Why I bread my fish! I bread it to symbolize the cruelty of no-fault divorce and the broken lives of women with no mechanical skills.  I bread my fish to end teen pregnancy and celebrate feminism and the lesbianism it generates. Yes, my fish will remain breaded till Europe and North Africa unite under the name Eurafri.

Take a whip and wherever it feels heated up by the summer sun beat it and whip it till it becomes cool and then when nobody's aware of you or your presence knock down the nearest cop and when he's down shower him with passionate kisses till he has zero need for *****-shortening surgery.

After a mad California cattle drive cowboys Clem and Butte went off together on vacation to eastern Alabama where he-men could be tough without having *****-shortening surgery every 5 minutes. "Clem," Butte began, "I've had several *****-shortening procedures since I became a cowboy 12 years ago and each time my ***** was shortened, I cried because the pain was so horrific." Clem smiled a desperate smile because he had known the same pain before marrying his step-sister Nellie whose beauty was so masculine that she looked like Zachary Taylor looked 7 years before being poisoned to death by Jesuit ****-gobblers in 1850.