The Bird is Dead -- or IS IT?
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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.
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C'mon, laser-vision. C'mon, laser-vision. Daddy wants some giblets.
Julian knew his veterinarian skills would be enough to charm the girls into his bed - A bird in the hand is worth two bushes.
"For fuck's sake, Rupert, hand the bird over to Rolf Harris's hospital, and we can have a new picture to look at for a change"
Its pining for the Fjords
/obvious
Those Jackass boys have nothing on us! Watch me swallow this bird whole, it'll blow there minds.....
"Now let me just strap Packet One to his leg."
Karl Magnus was convinced he'd finally get laid if only he could successfully implement the famous RFC 1149 - A Standard for the Transmission of IP Datagrams on Avian Carriers. Dated 1 April 1990.
April 1. That should have been a hint. Alas, Karl was from a strange little country that didn't understand April Fool's Day.
The RFC called for the carrying of Internet Protocol (IP) traffic by birds such as homing pigeons.
Karl thought if he could make it work -- which he did -- he'd get laid.
He was wrong.
"quickly!" shouted mildred, "the water is rising!"
derrick quickly pulled on his emergency chaffinch. seconds later it inflated into a convient raft.
never leave home without one kids!
And if you girls look closely, see that? A tiiiiiiny little feathery penis.
While their parents dined together, the girls joined Jack and Johnny in the back garden for a vigorous tit rubbing session.
Okay, a revision.
Digby inspected the merchandise as the dealers looked on edgily. Rubbing a sample carefully between two fingers, he eventually reached a conclusion.
"Nice tits" he opined.
"Don't lie to us," sneered Julian at the bird, "It's quite clear you were spying on us. Now tell us who you're working for, or I'll snap your legs like straws, you filthy little common creature!"
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