Nature Can Be Cruel
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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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"Oh, Milly, it's just what I wanted for my birthday!"
"Shall I fetch the electrodes, enormous butt-plug and lube?"
"Silly! Why would I want lube?"
"Tara I've found another willing competitor!"
"Thank you Janette, I shall enjoy this challenge. Care to take witness?"
Janette looked on while Tara stroked her erect masked luchador at the thought of another conquest.
The girls had never been comfortable with the noises from the back yard whenever Roxanne invited them round for tea. But why oh why would Michael Hutchence's secret daughter keep this boring man in her shed?
"And every day at 12:30 we have to threaten the personal banker in the shed."
"How do we do it?"
"Open the door, grab the oddly placed doorknob, shake the bottle of champagne at him and then gently kick him in the head."
KICK
"Dude! I said gently! Crap, is that brain?"
Emma was shocked at the look of pure hatred on the face of her chum. - So the Head was a bit of a letch, but did he really deserve My Chemical Romance superglued to his ears?
You're a sick girl, Daisy. And you need help! That "man" you have hidden in here isn't really man, IS HE?...Speak up, woman! I can help you. I truly can. But first you have to admit you have a problem...
"five more minutes at gas mark 5 should do it Barbra"
"righyto ho Sandra! Delia's new cookbook ain't half inventive!"
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