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(behind the glamor): Look you *******! I'm ***-deep in underpants! Either you get someone down here right now to mop up this mess or I'm going to shoot two hostages every hour on the hour! Alright! Climb down off my *** already! I'll have fifteen experienced perverts there by noon!

Try 𝘖𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺. They're easy and fun to use. How do they work? Push in the slim end as far north as you can while I tightly ***** the fat end in around back. It looks dangerous. It is. The pile of corpses that you just stepped over in the demonstration room gives testament to that.

EVERY MAN SHOULD SEE A UROLOGIST OFTEN because they're fun-lovingly playful and romantically passionate and are willing to engage in 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 feats-of-endurance with farmers and that's not the half of it. Meet Fred, a well-meaning maniac who shoves peanut butter and jellyfish sandwiches up his ***. He's well-adjusted and maladjusted and hates everyone who isn't crippled and everyone who is crippled at the same time because he's crazy. 1 day, as the local toilet paper factory was running a 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 event, God (in cooperation with Jesus) rained fire down upon Earth's pope-hating sinners who were triple boosted with the deadly covid clot-shot. 2 days later Red Cross goons arrived to steal jewelry from the charred corpses.

The exotic-dancing "go-go" girl with no clothes on approached the pope's son playfully like she was about to bend over to pick up car keys. "I admire your father a lot for the great work he's done," she began. "Thank you," he responded with a patronizing grin. "When my dad was pope, my sister and I frolicked with no clothes on in the fountain behind the cathedral," she chirped cheerfully. "Oh my God! Is that you Kim?! My goodness, how you have grown! Your ***** are so much bigger now!" The pope's son exclaimed excitedly like he was Hugh Hefner.

Lizzie Borden bandaged the injured sparrow's leg as her stepmother snuck up from behind with a hatchet. "Lizzie behind you!" The maid shouted just in time for Lizzie to deflect the blow with an ancient karate move. The blade bounced back striking the stepmother in the skull. She was dead. "Jesus!" Lizzie gasped, as the follow-up attack by her father commenced. "Take that *****!" He yelled insanely, missing Lizzie by 1 inch. The failed attempt on his daughter's life depressed father Andrew Borden so much that he retreated to the parlor to commit suicide by brutally axing himself repeatedly in the head till he was dead. "I know they're going to blame me for this!" The maid exclaimed. "No they won't because I'll take full responsibility," Lizzie said with conviction.

The last thing he did before dying (even though he was partially paralyzed in the lower groin and left ankle) was stitch together a
string bikini for his wife Helga on granny's old sewing machine.
That's the kind of thoughtful husband singer Kenny Rogers was.

During an ex-lesbian exhibition (or exposition) at the library, Tanya & Tammy decided to become ex-lesbians immediately. From now on, no more of "that." That night as the crickets made noise, and the toilet gurgled nonstop, Tanya turned to whisper advice to Tammy: "Ex-lesbian activity can be taught. The other day I found a shopping cart with a pizza in it, so I ate it. I had never eaten a shopping cart before, but I did it without hesitation." Tammy smiled sweetly parting her lips just enough for Tanya to do "stuff." Jimmy, who had been secretly listening on the far end of the bed, suddenly had an epileptic seizure. "Quickly Tammy!" Tanya exclaimed. "Steal the money from his wallet!" And later, after the twitching stopped, Tammy & Tanya took Jimmy's stolen money and drove to the nearest ex-lesbian dance hall to enjoy a little "one-on-one" to the disco music of the late Olivia Newton-John.

What my tattoos say about my neighbors (1) that they are good people who deserve a second chance (2) that, although they're sexually depraved, they can be trusted with unsecured loans (3) the communicable (or "catchy") diseases that they spread community-wide don't worry me at all because I believe in Jesus a lot.

BETWEEN SHAMPOOS - Hello! I'm Big Mike Jackson, Senior Professor of Lesbianism at South Lesbian University in Lesbian, Florida and I'm here today to discuss lesbianism. Most non-lesbians are in the dark when it comes to lesbianism and would rather ignore the practice. I would like to tell you the story of Martha, a senior lesbian with 65 years of lesbian experience under her bath robe. When she was a teen lesbian, lesbianism was illegal and punishable by 4 years in an all-lesbian prison. Several of Martha's neighbors were lesbians and nobody knew about it (except the chief of police who was also a lesbian, so he didn't rat them out). 1 day at the shampoo factory a "smart" meter exploded killing 12 lesbian shampoo bottlers. What is lesbian shampoo anyway? Lesbian shampoo is an exotic blend of "pro-lesbian" ingredients that will leave your hair feeling vibrant and homosexually inclined. Don't worry though, because the feeling is only temporary. Between shampoos, use Big Frank's Lesbian Conditioner. It will make your hair soft and manageable.

My cow's hep up on steroids so I get milk by the gallon twice per day. Mine too. I got her so juiced that I don't know what to do next. Maybe I'll have a convulsion or go to Wyoming or some other stupid place? Sounds righteous, like something Jesus would do if the Romans hadn't wasted Him way back when. Yeah, it was rough.

I remember the good times when we lived like dogs on top of a mountain of meat: never straying far, always ******* each other while never getting stuck. I'll never forget (unless my head gets crushed under a fat woman on a horse) the love we shared for climbing trees and eating monkeys. A love like ours will never die unless I get smashed like a bug by an elephant.

History scares me: Mary Lincoln's boils; the ***** wars that killed
so many bull ***** since A.D. 1826; injecting ****** with toxoids
to deliberately make them turn tricks; praisin' ****** bands like Kiss
& Styx & having to choose in the Rolling Stones between 2 Micks.

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How do you live on seven dollars a month? Easy, through careful budgeting. But seven dollars is twenty-three cents per day. Yes, I know. Take birth control pills, for example. I buy them in bulk to rack up tremendous savings, the same goes for jet-fuel additive. But still? Seven dollars? You don't understand. I eat very little and I only **** on Wednesdays. These facts allow me to spend nearly zero. Yesterday I treated myself to a delicious meal at Burger King. I had 4 Whoppers and several orders of fish. I'll bet that cost a pretty penny. Exactly! I used my budget to plan for it. If my mother was alive and not dead, she would be rolling over in her grave right now a lot.