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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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8 comments:
"For the LAST time, there is NO SUCH THING as an umbrellafish!"
"S...sure there... um... there... ummm... oh hey I think I hear a burgler!"
Just wanted to say that one made me do a 'guffaw', in the traditional sense. I think because it took me a minute to see the girl's head. Brilliant.
(Sorry if you're only supposed to post captions, but I wanted to express my admiration. Lovely.)
Then Bertie hears a scream from behind him...
"Yes Hillary, I killed your sister. I told her she would never make it out of her teens. Hey, do you have a problem with this jacket or how about my picture I did on the wall?"
a slow electrical hum is in the background
"Wa waaaa I no daddy, I right likes your fuzzy jacket and your fine picture, but why...
OMG!"
Just then Granbot docks her electronic chair and orgasmatron at the top of the stairs. Granbot has added a new device that looks like a strap-on with a boat hook at the end! With flashing red eyes she dismounts from the chair...
"Rectal Annihilation. Rectal Annihilation. Rectal Annihilation..."
Bertie wasn't fast enough and it wasn't a pretty seen, but new art was made called "Rectum on Fuzzy Coat". Granbot is now actioning her work at Sootherby's.
At last Wendy knew why all her young men woke screaming in the night with peeled testicles.
"Dad!" She shrieked. "That new jacket... it's made of..."
"Scrotum skin," he snarled. "And I don't care who knows it."
The Porcupine masturbated furiously at the window as the captive girls offered to lend a hand. Well, if there really is no Bat-Man and there won't be a need for his elaborate trap, at least he could give these wenches the best 10 seconds of their lives...
It was nightmarish, and he wanted out, but he was trapped in the form of a fishtank.
"Ok I've got my robot housemaid, but it's clearly a man, and look outside, there are STILL no hover cars in the sky."
Hannah and Barberra decided that it was prudent to make their escape down the back stairs whilst he was distracted.
God you're funny. I think I love you.
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