When Good Science Goes Bad
Sometimes I think it's a bad thing that I'd feel the need to come up with such a flimsy excuse to use the phrase "rectal truama". But then I think no, it isn't.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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Sherlock was tired of lying. It was time to end this.
"I'm a Trannie, my dear Watson. From now on I wish to called Charlene."
"Milady misunderstands the whole point of Golden Showers...And anyway I'm a giver not a taker..."
Now was the time to strike with her silver handled brolly whilst the beast was still half man half wolf.
But Ms Agutter sadly remembered those days when she was still a fox and would have shagged his brains out before dispatching him to the hereafter.
Frightened, Theodore pointed his elbow at Granbot.
Additional target acquired. Moisture started. Appendage stimulation and rectal abuse begins.
"For the love of all that is good, don't do it Granbot, this is a new suit and I am lactose intolerant."
Later that day...they all laughed anyway!
"Hold still, it's on your upper lip now!"
"KILL IT KILL IT!"
Heartily sick of old Berts accent, Nanny Poppins went for the kill...
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