John sold micro-toilets for people with miniature bowels and urinary bladders. 1 day as 3 customers were taking test-****** & *****, Joe Biden hobbled into the shop with a bewildered look on his face. "What do you want?" John asked poignantly. Biden just blanky stared at him like he was totally senile.

DONNA'S EX-LESBIAN TIRE-CHANGING TOOL made Tommy squirm like a ****** in a blast furnace. "Holy Jesus!" Tommy exclaimed as the ex-lesbian part of the tire-changing tool made him squirm like a ****** in a blast furnace. Oh yeah, I already said that.


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could not be brought back to life, no matter what. "I'll do C.P.R. on him," Johnny, Donna's ex-lesbian lover's neighbor offered. "No, Johnny, but thanks," Donna replied somberly. "Anyway, I've got an appointment to have ex-lesbian *** for six dollars per hour. I wanted seven. But what can I do? I have a yacht payment."

and she could be thrown off steep hillsides and be A-okay. 1 day her lover, a notorious ex-lesbian named Charlotte, tried to force her into ex-lesbian *** for five dollars per hour. "Pay me seven bucks per hour or go to hell!" Donna yelled from her huge yacht that she took costly vacations on in France.

I was hopelessly in love with you and tried everything to get your attention from having my legs shortened to having my arms lengthened and nothing worked. Now that I'm seven years older I will try one more thing. Tomorrow I'm having my ear lobes sewn to my lips. If this doesn't get your attention I'll return to Detroit to shack-up with a large gang of violent ex-lesbians.