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My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie.

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal who were currently under the table.

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal who were currently under the table. For no reason the spoon shoved

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal who were currently under the table. For no reason the spoon shoved its self down into a toilet

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal who were currently under the table. For no reason the spoon shoved its self down into a toilet just to prove that he wasn't

My very first date with a talking, flying donkey lasted a few days with no actual meanings of a relationship. He then fell down and broke his left butt cheek, causing it to explode on impact and set fire to the little innocent gnome nearby. Unfortunately, she was not a he and she slapped that lyin' donkey. That sorry a**, let's see how you like getting your front teeth drilled by a spork-eating man named Doctor Dentist! Now the donkey brayed obnoxiously, and flew straight into a big, green puddle of radioactive cookies that smelled a lot like the pie that cows drop in the pasture when they get indigestion. The donkey ate some of it, and turned into a bigger a** with heat ray vision, like Superman. Which he used to get revenge by looking at very naughty magazines. It was these magazines that made him furious with me for not allowing him to eat his own pasta dish that tasted like crap. Dirty magazines are scattered on the horny presidents lawn along with some angry bees that stung his rump while screaming "YEEHAW!" that left him thinking of the run-on sentence he started a long time ago when he suddenly crapped all over the horny president. Everyone starting drooling like a rabid dog in heat, with the president humping trashy manga books and everyone started reading them immediately after he was inflicted with cancer. Then everyone got sad and cried for they were now infected with mad cow disease, which caused great happiness because they secretly terrified of sane cows.

The cows sacrificed themselves, because they started to explode in gigantic and very smelly blasts of moldy hamburger, which tasted like pickled beets. "STOP!" shouted a small little grape, the size of Rhode Island. It fermented into wine and smelled like milk and cinnamon but tasted like an old sock. Which was good because it wasnt a rusty nail.

Anyways, back to the rubber spoon that I was about to date. That spoon was really K!ng undercover. You wouldnt believe when he pulled out the big wooden knife. He chopped and stabbed a pink plushie. He then told me that he was cheating with Miio and Jackal who were currently under the table. For no reason the spoon shoved its self down into a toilet just to prove that he wasn't a broken record having sex with