Mock the Past: And Finally...
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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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From a friend of mine...
Attempting to post on your latest (2-15), but the job has installed a site blocker. The only fortune in it, really, being the pic of Stalin that pops up to tell us we are denied access as well as the tab that reads Big Brother is Watching You. Techs and their wacky nerd humor...
And, soooooo...my post, please:
Aware of the historical, as well as temporal risks, Steve (formerly Eve) reached towards her teen self. "Paradox be damned!" she thought. "If I kill me now, I will never meet Joyce and fall in love."
Certainly the initial heartbreak of Joyce's rejection coupled with the embarrassment of living as a botched tranny had taken it's toll, but the main reason she'd been turned away by the licensed docs in the first place was due to existing mental imbalances.
The fear she saw there in her own teen eyes was exactly that of the professor's as the hammer had rained down. But the time machine was the only way she could see to stop the laughter, the constant laughter...and the laughter had to be stopped at any cost...
I'd slap you again, you miserable bitch, but I know you enjoy it too
much. Just wait until I get you home and cut that tie off, you dirty whore! Driver, hurry the fuck up.
And thus we learn that the momentous first meeting between Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas was in fact the result of a hilarious misunderstanding...
Lord Snooty and "Gertrude" were the best "vent" act around and now were the toast of the West End. (Especially the sketch with the enormous strap-on).
But it was all down to practice. Even in the taxi home that elusive Vulcan hand signal was nearly in the bag.
"It's easy," said Clemence. "I just double jammy these two, my index finger works the clit, and my pinky slips up the brown."
"So, uh, lipstick huh?"
"Yeah, how's the butch thing working for you?"
Still trying to figure out "The Shocker" I see?
Yes, Judy was now able to tell the psychiatrist all those dirty things that Uncle Chester made her do through ventriloquism. It is was on that day that we learned that Uncle Chester was not only her Uncle, but was her Daddy too!
Valerie did not care for the doll's goofy open-mouthed expression. She would have bought one without realistic apertures if she could. And those dratted inflatable arms would stick out so. Whatever - it got her in the carpool lane, and that saved her hours.
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