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What's wrong with her? Nothing. Why are you selling her? Because I'm moving to Greenland to be nearer to Biff Good. Do you mean, Big Foot? Yes. Is she healthy? Biff Good, I mean Big Foot? No. Your slave? No, she's not. So that's why you're selling her. No it ain't! I'm really moving to Iceland. You said Greenland. No, I meant Iceland. When? When what? I applaud your victimhood. Many more over-fed women, who've not experienced war, pestilence, famine & deprivation, need to come forward and "have a go" at whining.
๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ
๐š ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž. ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ
๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ง๐š๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ
๐๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฒ.
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Lolla with 3 L's
TIMMY AND THE ABANDONED MINE SHAFT - Look out Timmy! It's an abandoned mine shaft! I know. I read the title. There should be a sign saying ABANDONED MINE SHAFT but there isn't for some reason that's unknown to me at this time. Maybe someone stole it? If only we could replace the stolen sign with a shiny new one? But how? The sign store's closed, just like the underwear shop. Let's pray for a sign. Maybe Jesus will tell us what to do? Maybe. Jesus is busy, what with Christmas 6 weeks away. Yes. What about Mohammed? He's always available. Sure, we could try Him. Do you know any Mohammedans? A few of my ex-lesbian lovers worshiped Him. What are their names? Cathy with a C and Lolla with 3 L's. Contact them now while I try on these **** bikini briefs. Okay.
If they could catch me, Lowe's would spray-paint my *** purple and call me Bonnie for telling you the secret of getting 50%-off the price of marine plywood just by sneaking into the women's room when no one's looking and saying three simple words to Satan. I'll be back later to clue you in. Remember! That's 50%-off, which is the same as paying for 1 sheet of plywood and getting the second one for free (not counting sales tax of course).
John hated his mother because she was an alcoholic for a long time before most people were born. 1 day, as mom lay drunk at the bottom of a small hill, John decided to get help. 500 men were dispatched with shovels. The digging was relentless. It took 3 days of 3 eight-hour shifts before the task was completed. Finally, John and his mother were friends again: laughing, singing, jumping over each other like ******* weirdos.

The Wonderland murders, also known as the Four on the Floor Murders[1] or the Laurel Canyon Murders, are four unsolved murders that occurred in Los Angeles on July 1, 1981.[2] It is assumed that five people were targeted to be killed in the known drug house of the Wonderland Gang, three of whomโ€”Ron Launius, William "Billy" Deverell, and Joy Millerโ€”were present. Launius, Deverell, and Miller, along with the girlfriend of an accomplice, Barbara Richardson, died from extensive blunt-force trauma injuries. Only Launius' wife Susan survived the attack, allegedly masterminded by organized crime figure and nightclub owner Eddie Nash. Nash, his henchman Gregory Diles,[3][4] and **** actor John Holmes were at various times arrested, tried, and acquitted for their involvement in the murders.
What's wrong Donna?! A gynecologist grabbed my ****-flap! Where?!
Behind my thigh. No, I mean where at?! Here, around back. No, I
mean in what place? In a clinic? Yes, at the Donna Reed Memorial
****-Flap Clinic. Are you alright? Yes, just a little sore.
TO GET ATTENTION WEAR A BIKINI WITH A BIG HOLE IN THE ***! The first guy asks: "Did you see that chick in the bikini with the big hole in the ***?" And the second guy says: "No. Where is she?" And the first guy answers with: "How the **** should I know?!
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THE FIFTEEN FINGERS OF DEATH! Pass the petroleum jelly because I'm about to push out a big one. Here you go. Save a little for later. Okay.
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PART 2B: You're like one of those civil war guys who throws up on people sleeping on the beach. No I ain't. Yes you are. I saw you poking that chick in the *** wearing the bikini with the big hole in the ***. That wasn't me. That was my Siamese twin brother. Where is he now? How the **** should I know?!
THE SWOLLEN ROCKS OF ***** PROLONGS ***-BREAKS while the suffering of suffragettes knows no end, no satiety, because there's hapless defeat on a Kansas City street for purveyors of big pig feet meat and for the cowboy drinkers of any Canadian lean **** drink in a mega-mean war scene that sails on a team-death stream with an obscene Irish queen.
2d · 18
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EDITS: On page 7, paragraph 6, I changed: "Toby realized that it was time to wake up and smell the used toilet paper" to "...coffee." On page 19, bottom of paragraph 3: I replaced "dog turds" with "money" in the statement: "Helen spent dog turds like a drunken sailor."
Just be affectionate as hell. French kiss people on the lips a lot even your grandmother. Have *** with ****** and don't pay them. Eat cookies on the bus and puke on the driver. Making friends is easy!
Just in case you want to sue let me correct failing parts of your face
with injectable botulism food poisoning & sand-based silicone glue
after I probe your ****** like an obstetrician whose patients are few
in number & big in faulty mitral valves that render normal lips blue
in number & big in prolapsed mitral valves that turn ready lips blue
on O.P.M., *****, oh *** hem, Opie stem, spiced in scale-red stew
cooked by nit-wits psychologically dim-witted by the Nancy School
way back when being that way was the way that kings chose to rule
as thrills evaporated in watery places & pushy ditzes had much pull
Richard Gere is old and his days of gerbilling (inserting a gerbil up his ****) are coming to an end. Soon he'll be deceased. His wife will get his money and his gerbil collection.
DON'T JUST DON'T! Our romance was like an apple tree in an avalanche with artificial monkeys in it. We kissed too soon at your mother's funeral when everyone was watching us. That's why I can never look at a dead crone again with the same lust and desire.
๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ with several ghetto Negroes after ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
to an ex-lesbian lover. It was like visiting China Town or Slick City
or some other burg where radishes are always in-season.
๐˜š๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜’๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž ๐˜œ๐˜— ๐˜–๐˜• ๐˜”๐˜Œ

when I'm not looking. It's like pushing radishes up your ****
when they're out of season and then realizing that you're the
only one in town pushing radishes up your **** because
you're the only one in town with radishes.
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HAMSTER ZEPPELIN
Are you now an ex-lesbian because of Led Zeppelin's raw sexuality
when your mother was a roller derby queen? Maybe. Do you regret
eating hamsters when you were in high school? No. Have you ever
jumped off a tall building before eating a hamster? Yes, once.

Wiki: ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ is an American sitcom that aired on CBS from September 16, 1972, to March 3, 1973. The series, created by Bernard Slade, depicted an interfaith marriage between a Catholic woman and a Jewish man. It stars Meredith Baxter and David Birney as the title characters. CBS canceled the show after only one season despite very high ratings.

Baxter and Birney later married in real life in 1974 after the program had left the air and Baxter was known in her professional career for several years as Meredith Baxter Birney.

๐˜Ž๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต is an American sitcom television series by Screen Gems about a surfing, boy-crazy teenager called "Gidget" and her widowed father Russ Lawrence, a UCLA professor. Sally Field stars as Gidget with Don Porter as father Russell Lawrence. The series was first broadcast on ABC from September 15, 1965, to April 21, 1966. Reruns were aired until September 1, 1966.[1]
โ€œYour ankle is sprained. Apply an ice pack several times
per day and before you know it you'll be enjoying gay-***
like nothing ever happened.โ€ ~ โ€œIt's your boss. He can't
come to the phone now because he's having gay-***.โ€
WEB: How much does it cost to put a dog to sleep at the Humane Society? The cost of this service is $30 for a cat and $50 for a dog. Dogs must have a current Butler County Dog License, or one can be purchased for $14.75. Your pet will be euthanized in the most humane way, which is by injection. It is a painless procedure administered by certified technicians.
Toby's left nostril was accidently glued shut during homosex by his lover, ex-lesbian Wanda Brown (chief assistant to Oprah). "Jesus H. God!" A nearby bowling alley janitor exclaimed, whose wife was an ex-lesbian. "I got epoxy-dissolver in my closet! Don't move! I'll have your nostril opened in no time!" Five minutes later Toby was back to normal: enjoying homosex with Wanda like nothing had happened.
FROM YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD

Simply write in fake blood on a Texaco men's room stall door:
๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ - ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ-๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ
๐š๐ญ ๐’๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐€๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ง! And then when the neighborhood
abortionists are seated, cut their ***** off and rip their heads off.
There was a girl of 13 who had been severely scarred emotionally. One day, while she was bowling, a man approached her with scar cream. "Here," he said, "apply this scar cream 7,000 times per day and your horrible scars will disappear." She looked at him and then she looked at the scar cream. "Okay," she said confidently, "I will do as you have instructed." 23 minutes after that her scars were completely gone. She was eaten the next day by an alligator.
and unable to pass a civil service test because of the
brainlessness of her skull. It's a far cry from a close
whine; a wince in a pinch; a pocket of
small pox; a bird up the tail pipe.
YOU KNOW IT'S TROUBLE, and troubling and troublesome and other words that mean similar things, when small sections of your leg fall off in your sleep. But! Think of the man who has no skin cells! Look how hard it is for him to eat a Big Mac or a Whopper. So, the next time you're throwing rocks at nurses in a parking lot, take a moment to pray for peace in East Pittsburgh.
Wiki: East Pittsburgh is a borough in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, United States, approximately 11 miles (18 km) southeast of the confluence of the Monongahela and the Allegheny rivers at Pittsburgh. The population in 1900 stood at 2,883, and in 1910, at 5,615. As of the 2020 census, the borough population was 1,927,[4] having fallen from 6,079 in 1940. George Westinghouse erected large works there which supplied equipment to the great power plants at Niagara Falls and for the elevated and rapid-transit systems of New York City. Nearby, the George Westinghouse Bridge over Turtle Creek is a prominent fixture in the area, which is very near the borough of Braddock.
HOW TO MOVE FROM ONE STATE TO ANOTHER [the state of stupidity to the state of idiocy or imbecility] - All one needs to do is look out any window that's intact. See the man in the fur coat? He's your friend, but you just don't know it yet. Ask him for a shoe string or a diamond ring or any other inconsequential thing and he'll give you what it takes to gas to death snakes; to drain massive lakes; to end the devastation of Earth-shaking quakes; to swallow whole cakes; to spot forgeries and fakes.
5d · 23
8,976
What have I learned as a gynecologist? Many things. Gynecology isn't just for dentists who like women. It's for men who enjoy big-game fishing and bowling-pin setting. It's for ex-lesbians with bullet scars on their butts.
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