Bertie, Mabel and Mary Jane
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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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"Ejector seat? Let's see what that does.."
"Dad, don't...."
"Nonsense. I'm a lottery winner. I can do anyth...."
"Fucking Sat-Nav! Should have been there hours ago."
"But dear, if you were to actually back out of the drive and follow the instructions we might have a chance"
"Damn you, '50's predictions of the future! Will I ever get my self-driving hover car???"
Sarah's dead body sat next to Wilfred, taunting him with her unsuggestive eyes.
If he could just find the 'RESURRECTION' button on his fancy new cars dashboard, he'd show that bitch a thing or two.
"A turn-table? In your car?"
"Awww yeah, check this shit out"
ScrATch-a-RaTCh-SCraTch-arATcH-wiKi-WIki-WaaH...
"Look, I've done it! The flux capacitor!"
"That's the thermostat dad."
"What...? Oh."
"And stop calling me Marty."
Bertie: Watch this:
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Bertie: I love doing that. Drives the immigrants I've got hidden behind the dashboard absolutely mental. Try it.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Bertie: 30 more miles Miguel! And I'm stopping here a bit for some ham.
Mabel: Dink.
"You know darling. This is by far the worst hand-job I have ever had"
"Oh my, we appear to be out of gas, and it's so COLD outside..."
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"Dammit realdoll you can at least play along!"
Andy wins.
woohooo!
is there some kinda pro-wrestling-style title belt? ==(@)==
"that's it darling, that's the right way to 'change gears', now let me turn up the radio so we can listen to Justin while yu practice."
Yo...bitch! While I adjust the vibration on your seat, why dont you get the bucket of wings out of the glove box? Get any sauce on the Corinthian Leather and I am gonna put this fatty out on your arm like RICK JAMES! Now...who is your daddy?
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