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I asked crapped-out Denis Johnson, the boozin' writer, dwarven elf,
Can't you spell Denis like everybody else? Denis Johnson, silly elf!
Start spelling Denis with 2 n's, like everybody in the world, or else!
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YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE KIDNEY LIKE ONE LION-TAMER KIDNEY-PUNCHES ANOTHER LION-TAMER, so I retaliated (or responded) by throwing your grandmother off our ship into shark-infested waters after rubbing her down with fresh rabbit blood, but it wasn't really your grandmother (because I like her too much), just a plastic mannequin (or waxen effigy or bronze statue) of her.
The forecast calls for ******* rain by noon today and there's nothing
you can ******* do except punch your sister then eat a toad while
inserting a carrot and shooting your load. Either way you won't
be spared the ******* pain of today's ******* noon-day rain.
What Is Beauty Parlor Stroke Syndrome?

Beauty parlor stroke syndrome is caused when there is an injury,
tear, or blood clot in one of the four major arteries that go to the brain.

A woman in California is suing a beauty salon after she says she developed a stroke from having her hair washed in one of the salonโ€™s sinks. Elizabeth Smith, 48, tells San Diegoโ€™s KGTV that eight days after visiting her local salon, where she had her hair washed for 10 minutes, she felt weakness in her left arm and leg. A week later, she had a massive stroke. โ€œThey didnโ€™t think I was going to live,โ€ she recalled.

The stroke left Smith with strength, balance, and vision issues,
as well as a brain clot that could **** her if it moves. Smith is
now suing the salon, saying they didnโ€™t adequately support
her neck during the treatment, leading to her stroke.

While it sounds far-fetched, experts say this is a legitimate
condition known as beauty parlor stroke syndrome.
โ€œI can't **** in anger!โ€ Proclaimed the beautiful beauty queen whom I'd made angry.

โ€œI didn't mean it! My God, I swear to all things holy I didn't mean it!โ€ I confessed.

โ€œReally?โ€ She asked. โ€œYou're not just saying that?โ€

โ€œI'm absolutely on the level,โ€ 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 ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด, 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 ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด. One day, while nobody was paying attention, Kathy's ex-lesbian cousin approached Otis with a lascivious smile. "Wanna ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด behind the laundromat before breakfast?" She whispered, a week before they were both eaten in Florida by alligators.
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