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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.
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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Franz gazed out the window often, dreaming of the day that the Reich ruled the world, and his Uncle Hitler would give him that fucking pony he asked for last year.
As the saws in the background started to cut through the restraints, making contact with flesh, little Billie pondered about being an orphan for the first time in his life.
“Ahh, what a lovely day! Isn’t it wonderful the way the wind plays across the long grass, and the morning sun dapples the river beyond. And isn’t that a skylark singing high above?”
“Oh well must get on …. better get the butt plug greased up.”
"Damnation!" Thought William "When the wind chages, your face does get stuck like that."
"Never mind," thought Nigel "In years to come, when I'm Home Secretary, I shall look back at being forcibly held out of the window whilst being rogered mercilessly by the Gym teacher, and laugh."
After scratching constantly all night, Gary vowed never to shave his nads again.
Before returning to the outer reaches of Alpha Beta Quadrant, Aloysius took one last fond look through the portal at the old school courtyard.
Goodnight my love.
And enjoy my little gift.
(It's the tips of my fingers! She'll love it.)
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