The day began with a horrific explosion at the ******* toy factory, killing dozens of ******* toy workers. Later, after the dead body pile was 100 feet high, Jesus returned to Earth like the Bible promises. "What's going on here?" He asked in Italian (for some reason). "Well," a local ******* toy user began to explain in Romanian (which is pretty close to Italian only prettier), "as you can see Mister Jesus, large numbers of homosexuals were killed from an explosion." Jesus smiled, showing off a full set of perfect teeth: "I will resurrect all of the dead ******* toy workers right now and return the factory to how it was before the explosion." The local ******* toy user was elated. "Thank you Mister Jesus," he said sincerely in a tone of voice that would touch the hearts of millions of people watching on T.V. till they died.

You are so wonderful that I can't believe it. Your eyes are like huge ***** on a dinosaur glistening in the sun on a beach far away 3 days after Kwanzaa. Your nose reflects the glow of the moon like a garden tool manufacturer eating onions with his gay lover in Pittsburgh on the fourth of July. Your smile lights up the men's room as if your teeth and lips were made of large piles of cow manure evenly spread over the roof of a new Toyota Corolla.

(I mean fresh) tantalized young Héctor Sánchez from Norway a lot.
1 Wednesday, as Donna was stuffing a turkey with her bare hands,
Hector walked in. Donna offered to do the same thing to him, but
he was too scared and ran back to Sweden (I mean Norway).