Obvious Week: It Cannot be Stopped
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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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8 comments:
Uncle Monties living turd was the talk of the town.
"Pop it?"
"Pop it!"
"Pop it?"
"Yes! Pop it! Pop it!"
"I love this gerbil more than all you little shits." Grandpa Morgan mumbled.
"What a dear little guinea pig!" exclaimed Sarah, "How squeaky he is!"
"Silence, my pet" thought Uncle Monty, "Soon you will feast upon this unsuspecting Earth-creatures brain.....soon."
The children shrieked with joy as their pet defecated in their unsuspecting Uncle's hand.
"This is a gerbil.
I put it in my buttocks.
For the sex."
"Oooh can we have a go Grandpapa, can we!"
"Liddle ones, please led me indroduce """Insane Lee Rad"""."
"His dance moves are rubbish, Grandad."
"And when are the Manchurians going to turn up? We've waited months."
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I'll was going to let it pass but I couldn't.
I would have commented on Uncle Montie but he shares an eerie resemblance with a dear / deer friend of mine. God bless him. At least I can sleep now.
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