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A dark mist rose over the moonlit moor . Strange quivering creatures stumbled amidst a skeletal forest. A lonely howl trailed out through the dark. It was followed by a strange schwooshing sound as a large shadow loomed ominously above the smallish, blue fence that was hopping by the fetid pond. There was a strange excitement in the bubbling shallow end right around a floating decaying human corpse. Slithering like a sneaky snake (
) the silent sunless slime drew nearer and nearer to I once was lost. But now I'm found. Thought the slime, as the alien spacecraft hovered overhead, what can I do to make meat and potato pie, without actually harming a hair on my own head? Placenta is murderless meat that tastes like chicken. Every once in a while an unsuspecting tourist would order the special beverage served only in a half-baked skull and stirred with a femur bone from a Tourist from last week end. The surprised expression on The cup reminded me of my aunt ethel Who vanished on vacation in a swamp. Only to be seen with A set of skull Mugs in the gift store next to the swamp the following day. As the light faded From her red eyes the howling started. She took off her clothes and bent over. It was in prayer that she had an epiphany. She must marry a a hairy Bulgarian weightlifter.
They were worlds part but she knew that her small firm backside would not fit in with her future plans . She always wanted to get a butt implant so her gym pants would highlight the junk that was hanging on to her trunk for dear life. At the right moment she planned to jump out of the birthday cake with some worry beads around the area that shouldn't cause any worries whatsoever... But her butt must (too slow!) (MY BUTT WAS FASTER
) But her butt must Be admired for it's marvelous disregard for all (MY BUTT WAS FASTER
)((my butt is built for comfort, not speed
) marvelous disregard for all social conventions and niceties the if's, and's, and though's, not to mention the "wheres" and "whys" or even the "wherefores." or the "buts" and we return to her program, already in progress. Her new tramp stamp revealed at vamp camp cut her little emo into small pieces. It was a dark and stormy night when she decided to kill him with hugs and kisses and nips and bites all over his hairy upper lip. The howl was deafening. She ran her fingers through his prickly course chest hair and under his arm broken pustules. She had never felt the way through his pimples before, Jesus built his hotrod . But she had done nothing wrong to bring about this turn of events. He grabbed her very tightly around the middle finger and yelled Your fountainhead is gushing! then she kicked him then she kicked him gently on the shin. With an otter like you've never seen before. let me slip into kitchen and get you a beer my love." Instead, she returned with a stupid warm pepsi. A pink bunny stole around her neck, and questioned life and liberty. Then he saw a reason to once again