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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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"Bloody kids followed me all the way here," mumbled Colonel Farthingale as he returned to Area 51. "Well, that's what air strikes are for."
Steve showed the gang why he had taken first in the regional Marco-Polo championships four years running.
You've read the label that says you shouldn't try to operate machinery if you drink whilst on this medication.
But sometimes you think "What the hell! Rulez iz for loozers!".
At those times you get stranded in the middle of the Australian bush with no food, no mobile phone, and a family of cannibals waiting patiently for the right moment.
"That's the great thing about living in San Andreas" shouted the estate agent. "Every time THAT happens, you get a bit more garden, and the house gets a bit closer to the school".
"High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo"
"You can never be too careful when dealing with a cough like that" said James to the ladies. "Okay, so back to mine for a port and a roasting in front of the fire. Which one of you gals wants the strap-on?"
"I need a spare tire, an air pump and some painkillers" Mortimer yelled to his pit crew. Despite the nasty spill into the ravine, he was determined to win the Refrigerator Races this year, dislocated knee or not.
No one quite understood why Uncle Bertie bit the head off the dove. But being good members in standing of PETA, they were forced to stone him to death. The kids said he fell, but the future foster parents knew better. These kids were just evil!
"Master, look! Someone threw away a perfectly good refrigerator!"
Dr. Hectare smiled to himself. With another refrigerator, he build the last spider incubator he would need. Then he was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from world domination.
He would have to reward Beegor. Perhaps a roll in the hay with his mind-controlled serving wenches would be appropriate. Of course, that would have to be BEFORE he implanted their uteri with the spider embryos. The mutant spiderfolk he needed weren't going to grow themselves, wot-wot.
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