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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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I'll take 7!
The Slytherin girls wondered exactly what the little blue pills Dumbledore had dropped would do to them.
"We saved a hit for you, Madge. Right here in my stash box. Just swallow this puppy and in an hour your pupils will be as big as ours.... Oooh! Trails..."
"Well hush my mouth! I gave him a blow job and didn't get one of those... I wondered why you needed a cushion."
William had obviously misunderstood Margery when she'd said she'd "like to see her finger in his ring..."
Oh the irony, of it he blew a stack when he could have been blowing his wad...
The entire Girls' Dungeons & Dragons Club were forced to agree, Wendy's $4,000 d12 was worth every cent.
"Calm down Clarissa! You can do this. Put the fruit pastille back in the box."
"Oh but Judy. It's so... so... Graumphumunumunumum."
"Four months of hard work down the fucking pan. Right Mel get the tube and the rubber sheeting."
Luthien Tinuviel held the Simaril aloft. In her grasp the Light of the Trees shone forth brightly, for she was of the race of Feanor that wrought the jewels in the Elder Days. And there was a note...
"Beren says it was easy: he told Morgoth his shoelace was untied, grabbed the crown and pegged it".
"That won't impress your Dad any, Luthie. How 'bout we sex up the story a bit..."
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