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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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The LSD was finally starting to kick in. "Does anyone else see the trail of blood running down the stairs," he asked, keeping his hands pressed tightly in his pockets and leaning back as far as he could from the hundreds of invisible monkeys infesting the grand-father clock, "or is it just me?"
Billy had resolved his internal moral dilemma through compromise, and now limited his self-abuse to strict intervals during the day.
"Damn, just seconds too late," thought Billy. "Now I'll have to wait another 15 minutes!"
Time to shave my balls.
With the first team up against St George's in a matter of days, Danny got in some head butt practice against the family heirloom.
"If that bully of a centre back insults my sister again, he's a gonner."
Well into his formative years, poor Kevin Clock continued to believe that the large woooden object at the foot of the stairs was his grandfather.
"No, no, I like my birthday present fine," said Timmy. "It's just I think you misheard me when you thought I asked for an eight foot tall clock."
John knew he had become the victim of yet another illustrator who couldn't draw hands and had obsessive crosshatching disorder
Really, he thought, what better place for Grandfather's dismembered corpse than in the grandfather clock?
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Young Timmy Stannah was taken aback at his father's first attempt at a clockwork stairlift.
the vestigial tail made social situations very uncomfortable so Tommy learned to stand on a permanent lean.
It was handy when looking at grandfather clocks
Someone really needs to find a way to turn down the volume on that those hour chimes.
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