Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
No sweetie, you check for lumps down here, on your breast.
"I'm trying to kill me..."The mother's heart ached with the girl's stupidity.
"Cynthia, I know this is a long shot, but have you seen my two-headed vari-speed 'Black Mamba'? I could have sworn I left it on the hall-table at teatime, and now it's gone missing."
"Quick...(choke)...get the...(cough) exorcist before... (gasp)... I start frigging myself ... with a cruci..KEEP AWAY THE SOW IS MINE""Oh, my god!!!"This April fools joke was getting out of hand, but Cynthia was sooo gullible.
"Marilyn! Th - that edible bra! Turns out that nuh - nuh - not all of it was - aaghh! - edible!"But Cynthia's choked warning came too late. Oh well. Marilyn may have lost a dear friend, but the delightful tingling in her nipples told her that it was all worthwhile.
Tse-tse fly, dear. Teet-see is so declasse!
Would some milk help?
'So far, so good' thought Ronald Weasley. He had managed to take some hairs from the sleeping Hermione. The portion of Polyjuice Potion he managed to sneak out of potions class still seemed to work. Now, all he had to figure out was how to get a bra off...
"He's got my heart, he's got your voice. I'm telling you Pru, he's making himself a better woman. I just hope he doesn't get Bobbie's soul. He deserves better."
"What is it tonight dear? Is it Nihilism versus Christianity? Or is it Communism as opposed to Capitalism again? Realist v Dadaist? Coke or Pepsi?...Um, yes, well, alright... I'll be there in the next room. Just call for anything if you need..."Sigh...these internal moral and ethical struggles of Sara's seemed every other eve now that she'd hit her teens. It had begun to wear a bit thin, but Claire would continue to lift the sheet and offer a drink from time to time with only occasional thoughts of smothering the self-important little bitch...
Camilla...? What is a spotter for again?
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