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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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Um, sir? One of the other girls inside, her incredible force of will and courage overcoming the crushing weight of fatigue, pain and sheer terror, somehow managed to manipulate a stray bobby pin she found on the floor with her left pinky to pick the lock on my handcuffs. The girls unanimously agreed that I should come and ask you to make the chains a little tighter.
"My! That's a massive spliff. Are you going to let me have a drag."
Director "Cut, cut, cut!! That was definitely a double entendre. We're going to have to roll again."
All her life, Lotte wanted to live out her favourite movies, dyslexia or not. First on her list was Sigourney Weaver's greatest role in Guerrillas In The Mist.
Pimpin' ain't easy.
As she hitched up her skirt, she repeated the new phrase very slowly "No, C.U.N.T. Like this".
Stupid TEFL.
Sorry, Miss - I wonder if I could trouble you for some Gerbil Repellant?
"Hey emo boy, don't bogart the gun. Kill yourself and pass it along or get a haircut and a new clique."
"I must say this is a classic win-win situation. I get my overgrown minge cleared, and you get a lovely warm coat."
"Wait a minute, your not Che Guevara"
"I'm in disguise, you fool"
As yet another of his young charges demurely asked to be allowed to polish his rifle, Inukurrukkakuk reflected that the life of an Eskimo pimp is, indeed, not easy.
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