There is no typographical error. There never was a typographical error. You are to report to the nearest re-education center to receive treatment for your clearly delusional senses.
"And that, right there, is the femur" *points with toe* "Oh yes, I see. Shall me resume time and see what happens?" "Indeed. Supposedly she will fall, injure said femur and then proceed through the streets"
Canada's Dominion Day celebrations always culminated with an old time "skirt 'n' heels" race. With Lizzy taken out of the running by her chohorts from Winnipeg, all Marie-Helene had to do was run up to the Govenor General and claim her first place prize. Which was of course being shot point blank in the face with the starter pistol. Powder Burns, tabernac!
Nether Blandford was always a little behind the wider world, but it was the Sixties and the mayor and police superintendent were ready for the worst that permissiveness could throw at them. Even so, not even the young people could see much point in the new hippy craze for tripping.
"If you just stroke the inside of their legs as they fly past, like this, it turns them on so much they fly higher," said Ghillie Sarah to her beater.
Meanwhile, Mr Cheney, the new Mayor and a new hand at the annual shoot, was having trouble hitting anything in the air. He had shot the Police Chief in the arse earlier though, which was a consolation.
"You put your right leg in, take your right leg out, put your right leg in and shake it all about". This year the Hokey Pokey competition was stiff and enhancement drugs can only help so much.
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"through the streets"?
Loved it still.
There is no typographical error. There never was a typographical error. You are to report to the nearest re-education center to receive treatment for your clearly delusional senses.
Those lesbians sure are jerks.
"And that, right there, is the femur"
*points with toe*
"Oh yes, I see. Shall me resume time and see what happens?"
"Indeed. Supposedly she will fall, injure said femur and then proceed through the streets"
Anita the Android responded quickly to the sight of a low flying humanoid. They were always trying to dodge the RADAR.
"Go Go gadget leg."
"WHEEEEEEE I CAN FLY!"
*thud!*
"See, I told you tripping retards makes them happy. Pay up."
Canada's Dominion Day celebrations always culminated with an old time "skirt 'n' heels" race. With Lizzy taken out of the running by her chohorts from Winnipeg, all Marie-Helene had to do was run up to the Govenor General and claim her first place prize. Which was of course being shot point blank in the face with the starter pistol. Powder Burns, tabernac!
Nether Blandford was always a little behind the wider world, but it was the Sixties and the mayor and police superintendent were ready for the worst that permissiveness could throw at them. Even so, not even the young people could see much point in the new hippy craze for tripping.
"If you just stroke the inside of their legs as they fly past, like this, it turns them on so much they fly higher," said Ghillie Sarah to her beater.
Meanwhile, Mr Cheney, the new Mayor and a new hand at the annual shoot, was having trouble hitting anything in the air. He had shot the Police Chief in the arse earlier though, which was a consolation.
The Olympic Standard Muff Diving Competition suddenly reached a new low.
"You put your right leg in, take your right leg out, put your right leg in and shake it all about". This year the Hokey Pokey competition was stiff and enhancement drugs can only help so much.
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