Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
Yeah, look, I picked this image to re-use so that I could do something Halloween-themed, but this is what happened instead. Make of that what you will.
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Towards the end of his life, Stalin mellowed somewhat and maltreated his friends less. He still made Beria stay all night in the wardrobe dressed as the elephant man, though.
Suddenly Seth's ghostly lover leapt from the bed, leaving her pubic-wig stuck to his face.
"Wait a goddamn minute!" roared Seth, "Ghosts don't wear merkins!"
Rumbled!
That moustache wouldn't cut the mustard in "Pinks" nightclub, but Sebastian had other ways of getting the willies put up him.
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