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Sue looked for someone who could be happy selling sex toys. Unfortunately, her husband was a prude. So she went to the mall in her beemer just to get a bowling ball. No one knew what the bowling ball was for. She also bought the most expensive silk scarf that matched her handcuffs.
On a whim, she decided to post a poll. The poll measured the size of ego's on Lit. The results were totally mindblowingly weird. It turns out to be meaningless. So Sue goes completely nuts and writes a letter--the letter 'P'.
'P' is for Perdita, who then magically appeared, waving and jumping for joy because, she had just had the most incredible burrito, which she thought looked like her first husband's nose, except that it was longer.
Sue thinks that the bowling ball might fit into her loose wet pussy. But then she realized that the red flag waving outside her window was a disposable item snagged on a man's hard throbbing erect middle finger as he waved to someone named Ernie who was also well known as a boring twat. (Nice one Perdita.)
Sue waved back while exposing her tiny little chihuahua named Mr. Winkle. Ernie left and tongue wagged, dripping sticky, smelly saliva onto the sidewalk where innocent people became glued to the riveting sight of something slippery, like liquid latex, just outside their front door. Then Mr. Winkle jumped on the nearest innocent by stander and began humping like never before.
His eyes rolled, her legs stretched, his arse tightened because he needed oxygen to revive his little monkey. Her embarrassment at the size of that microscopic, hardly visible tuft of hair. Five centimeters? Yikes. He suddenly exploded, for no reason, and the whole crowd of people were covered with slimy sticky goo that really stunk.
Or was it maybe just a really bad fart? A very brown, little tiny pooh? Or was it a tasteless joke that nobody really gave a damn about? Somebody screamed, curious they were, look out she's got a gnu! Well who knew? The zoo knew, of new gnu, who was blue. But no gnus is good gnus.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Said Norman Bates.
Was going to axe you something, but forgot about your mama. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the horses were taking showers with the dead wombats.
"Damn" shouted Dusty Bottoms, the old ranch cook.
He used to chew tobaccy and raise purebred wombats, until he had a nasty little episode with one very horny bugger from Deliverance. It left him very sore and...
severly crippled for...
On a whim, she decided to post a poll. The poll measured the size of ego's on Lit. The results were totally mindblowingly weird. It turns out to be meaningless. So Sue goes completely nuts and writes a letter--the letter 'P'.
'P' is for Perdita, who then magically appeared, waving and jumping for joy because, she had just had the most incredible burrito, which she thought looked like her first husband's nose, except that it was longer.
Sue thinks that the bowling ball might fit into her loose wet pussy. But then she realized that the red flag waving outside her window was a disposable item snagged on a man's hard throbbing erect middle finger as he waved to someone named Ernie who was also well known as a boring twat. (Nice one Perdita.)
Sue waved back while exposing her tiny little chihuahua named Mr. Winkle. Ernie left and tongue wagged, dripping sticky, smelly saliva onto the sidewalk where innocent people became glued to the riveting sight of something slippery, like liquid latex, just outside their front door. Then Mr. Winkle jumped on the nearest innocent by stander and began humping like never before.
His eyes rolled, her legs stretched, his arse tightened because he needed oxygen to revive his little monkey. Her embarrassment at the size of that microscopic, hardly visible tuft of hair. Five centimeters? Yikes. He suddenly exploded, for no reason, and the whole crowd of people were covered with slimy sticky goo that really stunk.
Or was it maybe just a really bad fart? A very brown, little tiny pooh? Or was it a tasteless joke that nobody really gave a damn about? Somebody screamed, curious they were, look out she's got a gnu! Well who knew? The zoo knew, of new gnu, who was blue. But no gnus is good gnus.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Said Norman Bates.
Was going to axe you something, but forgot about your mama. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the horses were taking showers with the dead wombats.
"Damn" shouted Dusty Bottoms, the old ranch cook.
He used to chew tobaccy and raise purebred wombats, until he had a nasty little episode with one very horny bugger from Deliverance. It left him very sore and...
severly crippled for...
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he resumed buggering
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wanted sloppy seconds
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and mounted the
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life partner and
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a maniac until
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a wombat appeared
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and they started
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playing the banjo
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suddenly began licking
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enormous cleavage. Then
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the tooth-fairy came
