Billy, Don't be a Hero
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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7 comments:
"Well, maybe I am, but at least I don't throw like a girl!" she said, preparing to demonstrate.
After a particularly unpleasant six storey fall Billy rechecked the 'Redbull' only to find that he didn't have a legal leg to stand on... and his uncle would probably have to do a lot more research before human flight was a reality!
Billy's attempts to pick up biker chicks by impersonating Rosie O'Donnell were going nowhere. "Hmmm," he thought. "Maybe if I daub some of this Rosie(TM) brand perfume on my neck, chest and hips?"
Improved version:
Billy's attempts to pick up biker chicks by impersonating Rosie O'Donnell were going nowhere. "Hmmm," he thought. "Maybe if I daub some of this Rosie(TM) brand perfume on my neck, chest and crotch?"
The magic potion would do nothing for his Yo - Yo skills.
Fool that he was, Billy had to go and check if mixing cola and chewy mints really would make your stomach explode.
Billy couldn't make up his mind what he hated most about chronic constipation: the appalling pressure and tightness when you couldn't go, or the cuts from flying shards of vitreous china when you finally did.
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