ᴛɪᴛᴏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. "𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.

He's known as College Boy, a young do-gooder with a superior education. What's he doing here? Waiting for the opportunity to put his college-training to the test. But how? By saving us from ourselves. You see, College Boy has a heart that's bigger than the vastness of outer space and he means to use it to rescue men and women who have lost their way. College Boy sounds like an amazing individual. What's he doing now? He's urinating behind that garbage can over there near a large oak tree. Is he married? No. He's a homosexual. That's too bad because I could love him in a non-homosexual way of course. Yes, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

with your big heart full of glass before I withdrew from the Olympics for D.N.A. reasons. The 1978 movie 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 features the naked front ******* of Priscilla Barnes. It's a thrilling thing to see because of her blonde hair.

BIG BOB'S SURVIVAL TESTIMONY - In the first few days I survived exclusively on light-weight birds. I would have one for brunch (as I often skipped breakfast because of **** warts), and another for early supper. I had a cigarette lighter shaped like Regis Philbin (or Mary Philbin) that saved me from bear-attack. When the bear was hibernating, I lit his fur (killing him till he died). On the seventeenth day, I woke up to the awful sound of a feminist advocating abortion while stopping traffic with her big **** because she hated global warming so much that it made her want to have yearly abortions for some reason.