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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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After years of being fucked about by her smarmy Landlord's tales of how tough life was for him, Claudine finally snapped and decided to put him out with the rest of the garbage.
We should all be so lucky.
Noreen became a local hero the day she announced a free-market alternative to the council's bin wagons. But the hand-cart was kinda heavy....and what was she going to do now that the spare bedroom was full of the neighbours' garbage?
The dispute over the bordering leylandii had escalated to the point where they were catapulting diseased meat into each others gardens.
"They'll get a surprise this time when they find Bonzo's head amongst the offal."
"Thank God I got here before the identity thieves - the other girls threw out my pre-approved credit card application unshredded!"
The joke was on Ellen though - the binmen had already been.
Lucy Loose was determined to win the National Fisting Championship and had now worked up to the "Gargantuo" training dildo.
Angie missunderstood when her landlord how much he'd like to have his junk in her apple-cart, in lew of rent
"No, no, never again!' muttered Lucy. William had inadvertently emptied his sack in her back passage, again. It had to be tidied up immediately, for Lucy liked to keep the tradesmen's entrance 'Honeymoon Fresh'. After all, one never knew when strangers might call round... She still blushed at the recollection of mother's face when she burst in on them just after William had ... oh it was too horrible! Never again, she'd vowed.
In the days before the Internet. schizophrenic hoarders had to physically go dig through other people's garbage instead of having ebay deliver it to their doorstep.
"Will I ever get it right?" sighed Mary Jane to herself. And so much to clean up afterwards! But Mary Jane was nothing if not determined, and "can't" just was not in her vocabulary. Next time, she swore, she'd apply the ice-pick exactly at the moment of her victim's orgasm.
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