has gone deaf so now I'm legally required to take a comprehensive canine sign language course for 3 months in Bangor, Maine at the Deaf Dog Institute with my brother Kyle and his wife Kim. With my luck, my chihuahua will die from a heart attack before I get back. The standard tuition cost of fifty-six thousand dollars seems like a lot to a lot of people but when you compare it to the cost of hiring a team of hit men to **** everyone within a three-mile radius of my house, it's pretty cheap.

“Boil my *** in rancid butter,” said the king of Canada. “I enjoy elf
& ****** lore.” Three months later his ******* got caught in an es-
calator at the Mall of America & he died from an inoperably-torn &
ruptured low-hanging sac in a bankrupted Bloomington Sears store,
that precipitated heroic B-cell & genetical alignment at Plum Island
to give Canada's king the Herculean push to thread teen debutantes,
in a sinking Samar Sea boat with 416 crates of polyurethane Trojan  
latex rubber supra condoms that will float longer than 341 shackled Mohammedans in his alligator-stocked west Manitoba palace moat.

Hallelujah! I will hang on and you will hang on (& we will hang on)  by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins, if only to experience the "orgasmical"~ "climaxical" ~ "orgiastical" rush of endorphins upon learning of the excruciatingly-prolonged suffering of every woogie-******* reprobate who ever ******* us over, AMEN!

De-population is the edict, not just notion, of a genocide diagnostic
or of a burgeoning Nigerian democracy that's militarily enthusiastic
with countless Winnie Mandelas who're egotistical & protagonistic.

is not unusual for nudists who believe in ****** in all its forms. Nudists drink coffee without clothes on and scale fish the same way. Even helicopter pilots who are nudists enjoy crashing into mountains and dying horrific deaths with no clothes on.

For Palmerston North woman Val Burr, 71, the parole hearing process is one she’s used to. She dreads each August as she once again faces begging a panel of people not to let her daughter’s killer out of jail.

On September 15, 2002, 16-year-old John Wharekura knocked on the door of Tanya Burr’s Hilda St. flat and asked her for a piece of paper and pen, supposedly to write a note for a friend in a neighbouring flat.

When the 21-year-old turned, he went inside and stabbed her 15 times. At the time, he was one of New Zealand’s youngest killers and had an undiagnosed psychosis.

He was freed in 2018 following his 14-year non-parole period but recalled the following year after problems with adhering to parole conditions and his mental health. He has since been convicted of assault offences in prison.

In 2021, he was charged with wounding with intent to cause grievous ****** harm relating to an assault on another prisoner. The Auckland District Court confirmed to the Rotorua Daily Post no conviction was entered because he had an insanity defence.

𝐋𝐞 𝐍𝐍 𝐨𝐧
𝐌 𝐂𝐂 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲
𝐇𝐚 𝐑𝐑 𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐒𝐭𝐚 𝐑𝐑

When I was attending college as a young student before I became a billionaire, I often wore mismatched socks to important sock conventions that my college hosted every 3 weeks. One day, as I was rubbing termites into the ground, a famous sock executive approached me with a switch-blade knife. "Give me a billion dollars or I'll knife you!" He threatened. "I'm not a billionaire yet, *******," I replied confidently like I was Mister Big ****.

“What's for supper?” I asked my mommy who often provided food.
“Garbage! Mounds of it!” She duly replied not even remotely rude.
“Holy Moses!” I moaned havin' recently had useless surgery again.
“Shut your cake hole!” Barked she harshly like Barbie does to Ken.

[I shall out-love everybody until there's nobody left.] For 38 years Becky wanted to smell like someone else when finally the opportunity came for her to smell like Ernest Borgnine's wife by using an excitingly-new perfume. One evening at an elegant dinner party several wealthy women complimented Becky's scent. "Darling, I know the Borgnines and you smell like one of them!" Becky was so proud that she wrote to Ernest: "Dear Ernest: Smelling like you or your wife has elevated me in various social circles. I can now mingle freely with others who have chosen (without coercion) to carry the scent of your family and for that I'm immeasurably grateful. Lovingly yours, your smell-alike amiga Becky." 2 weeks later Becky received the Borgnine family reply from Ernie: "Becky, I wish that I could smell you but alas I'm in Hollywood starring in an important movie about World War 2. Please accept this 1-gallon jug of Ernest Borgnine's Midnight Seduction Perfume. Your friend, Ernie." Becky was elated. Her prayer request to smell like a Hollywood movie star (or his wife) had been granted. Now she could attend Catholic mass like a real woman, one who smelled important; one whose scent bespoke of triumph & recognition. From that day until her tragic death in a gator-feeding mishap, Becky held firmly to her convictions which served her financially. Becky's Tuba Polish became the standard tuba polish for every Moslem woman over 50 in Sumatra, Indonesia.

SUDDENLY Nig McPeters took the wig off his dead mother's head and threw it out the bus window. The passengers were shocked because the bus was struck by lightning. "This is God's doing!" Nig exclaimed as large gerbils attacked his ****** with the ferocity and ferociousness of 23 billion clones of Richard Gere. Later on, after several years had gone by, Nig became the wealthiest man ever to exist anywhere after stealing 12 trillion winning lottery tickets. "You are blessed by God," Nig's ex-lesbian neighbor and lover said 7 months before her ****** exploded from a hand grenade hidden in the rear part of her bikini *******.

Daddy, can we go to Canton, Ohio to see FRED BLASPHEME AND THE TOOL BOX KIDS in 3 weeks? No! If I told you once I told you more than once! Those tickets are five thousand bucks each! Look *****! I just wanna eat chicken without you climbing up & down my ***! Sorry! I was just reaching for a butter knife! Your words cut through me like a knife because they were cruel or knife-shaped or written on a knife. My abusive alcoholic father slapped my mother's sister so hard that a neighbor 2 houses south fell into the toilet and broke his shoulder because he was a ****** who made the mistake of using a normal toilet for proper-height people instead of one made by the National ****** Toilet Manufacturers of Canada. "Hey John! Where's *** Pinch Dairy?"; "Go left at the stop light. Take Old **** Lick Road for 5 miles till you come to Flaccid ***** Lane and make a right onto Erectile Dysfunction Boulevard and you're there."; "Jesus H. God! The streets around here have weird names!"

"Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos. From the beginning it was never anything but chaos: it was a fluid which enveloped me, which I breathed in through the gills. In the substrata, where the moon shone steady and opaque, it was smooth and fecundating; above it was a jangle and a discord." -- 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣

Stripping a woman of her womanly goodness is wronger than kick-
ing a cat 'cause it's fat or selling your mama's false teeth to a World
War 2 *** brat. While trapping rabid beavers on dry Hudson Bay, I
thought of Arcadian trappers slurping lesbian ******-tail here from
far away. I knew people from a long time ago, who were old a long
time ago & who had crapped out a long time ago. These facts mean
less than nothing as they boil no steel hoppers of wet, creamed corn
nor do they butter up a squirmy nun's drippy, finger-probed muffin.

that his toilet won't flush because it's clogged with hundred-dollar bills that he uses as toilet paper. He has so much money that he throws it out the window after using it as toilet paper because his toilet is clogged.