I extended my left luggage finger at the airport till I got noticed by a multi-trillionaire with a large **** and big leather luggage. He was so manly in a masculine way that I swooned like a teen beauty queen who just got her ear lobes widened. "Hello **** airport babe!" He said with his large **** bulging out like crazy. I was so excited by seeing this that I confessed to being a multi-quadrillionaire. That night we made passionate "large ****" love near a dumpster behind Pizza Hut for 10 minutes.

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Well, who are they? Naked women who don't care what you think. Can they be rounded up and put in cages? Yes, but before that's done let's speak with them. They can talk? Maybe. Here, let's ask the one with large ******* to say something. Okay. You there, *******, what's your name? My name is Crumtar from beyond the second Antarctic ice ring. My mission is to castrate all American men. Maybe we should talk to the chick with medium *******? Good idea.

For the ancient predecessors of flying squirrels to attempt gliding, during the transitional millenniums that necessitate the formation of rudimentary webbing or wings, would be suicidal. Countless generations of squirrels with death wishes would be required as triggers for the millions of evolutive changes, of the childishly vague Darwinian/Sumerian/Lamarckian model, to be realized.

Gloria set her jugs on the counter-top while Tracy played hide-the-muffin like a good little girl. “Where are my tweezers?” Baynard asked. “I'm gay and I need them.” Just then Captain Foster walked in. He had been at sea for 3 weeks. “Kiss me!” He demanded, followed by the sea-horn effect that made Chelsea cringe. “Oh, hi Dad,” she said painfully, as her ****** still stung from the hornet sting. “Why were you running bottomless through farmer Watson's meadow?” Bay asked. “I told you,” Chelsea whispered devilishly, “I was chasing an Irish fairy.” Suddenly there was a loud rhythmic banging coming from the apartment upstairs. “It sounds like the gay swingers are having an **** again,” the Captain said as his bell bottom trousers slipped to the floor. “Who wants to play Toni Tennille?” He asked brazenly.

"But why are you crying?" The dentist asked Tammy. "Because, you filthy son-of-a *****, the laughing-gas you gave me is fake!" She exclaimed loud enough to make another dentist fall off the toilet with a loud crash. "Jesus God!" The hygienist screamed because she was religious: "Another dentist has fallen off the toilet again!"

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Bob's homosex-themed blanket factory attracted a youthful lesbian of 30 named Donna to apply for a job. "I wanna make lesbian blankets to keep lesbians warm in Alaska," she told Bob with tears in her eyes. "Well then try this! It's our new Klondike blanket!" He exclaimed with a lot of passionate excitement in his voice.

Against the window Webster heard drenched hormones gnawing and gnashing like he was in Israel again killing bad people in nursing homes. "I don't like the sound of that," young Marla moaned lasciviously as her hefty ******* ****** to and fro. "Look at me!" Clyde demanded. "Your ******* are wild and must be tamed or else we're all going to die!" No one knew what he meant by that. "Clyde, that is the weirdest thing in the world, what you said," youthful Brad Dillman muttered. "I agree," Big Nig Hopkins chimed in. "Alright, everybody CHILL! I'm going to release anti-hormone aerosols now to **** what's outside!" Doctor Hector O'Malley exclaimed while his big nuts oscillated to and fro in time with Marla's hefty *******. Finally, the drenched hormone monster was gone and everyone whipped out their ******* and ******. "I think we're going to make it!" Duke the pie stocker proclaimed authoritatively as the river rose to a critical flood stage that presented a new threat to these brave explorers.

And so we convinced our parents to loan us, for a week, the 67 million dollars that would seal the deal. By Friday I was worried a lot because I only had 50 million left and I couldn't find my Harley keys. Bob stopped by to show us where his toes had been torn off by a walrus and he was nice enough to give me 32 million bucks from his walrus-poisoning account. "Pay it back whenever," he said while limping away.

My grandfather managed the Doobie Brothers. He was a great friend of brothers Joe & Barry Doobie. 1 day, when the other Doobie brothers were having their toe nails pulled out to build pain-tolerance, my grandfather murdered 2 prostitutes. He never got caught, of course.

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The Crisis (novel)

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Not to be confused with "The World Crisis" by a different Winston Churchill.
The Crisis

Author Winston Churchill
Illustrator Howard Chandler Christy
Language English
Genre Historical novel
Publisher The Macmillan Company
Publication date 1901
Publication place US
Media type Print
Pages 522
Preceded by Richard Carvel
Followed by The Crossing
The Crisis is an historical novel published in 1901 by the American novelist Winston Churchill.[1] It was the best-selling book in the United States in 1901. The novel is set in the years leading up to the first battles of the American Civil War, mostly in the divided state of Missouri. It follows the fortunes of young Stephen Brice, a man with Union and abolitionist sympathies, and his involvement with a Southern family.

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When Kitty Gomez was young her parents divorced, each moving to another country far away. Kitty and her brother Hector were placed in an orphanage. 1 day, as Kitty was swimming in the Missouri River with 3 friends, there was a huge explosion at the cottage cheese factory (along the river) that spewed cottage cheese for thousands of feet in all directions. Kitty, though frightened and covered in cottage cheese, was unhurt. After washing off the cottage cheese, she kicked back to enjoy an ice-cold Iron City beer. "Hey!" Hector yelled from the bathroom. "Save a cold one for me!"

You took my Toyota apart and then you refused to put it back together again and then you punched my sister so hard that her ****** toes curled up, but I still love you a billion times more than hyper-fat girls love themselves for some mystically-mysterious reason that only God could figure out even though it would take Him 6 months to do so.