“I can't **** in anger!” Proclaimed the beautiful beauty queen whom I'd made angry.

“I didn't mean it! My God, I swear to all things holy I didn't mean it!” I confessed.

“Really?” She asked. “You're not just saying that?”

“I'm absolutely on the level,” I assured her with a sincere sincerity that was so Biblically pious, in its piety, that it scared me.

The remaining buildings had to be brought down to make room for the new Amish ****** Fulfilment School and Bowling Alley. Young Otis, a recent convert to 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, wanted to live ***-free till he met Kathy, an Amish woman with *******. "Hey, look at these!" She exclaimed during Amish Show-Your-******* Day at the county fair. The problem was Steve, who was in direct competition with Otis for Kathy's 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘴. One day, while nobody was paying attention, Kathy's ex-lesbian cousin approached Otis with a lascivious smile. "Wanna 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 behind the laundromat before breakfast?" She whispered, a week before they were both eaten in Florida by alligators.

HOW MY AUNT SURVIVED A BRUTAL LESBIAN ATTACK - It had rained for 5 months non-stop and there wasn't a dry lesbian anywhere. My aunt had managed to keep her underwear dry by utilizing an old Comanche technique that no Apache was allowed to use. One day, after her dog was eaten by a Pygmy, Aunt Joan shot a wet lesbian from across the street. This "****" earned her a first-place trophy from the Audubon Society, branch 47, Newark, California.