I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
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Tom was worried about the color of his backpack until his sister Lisa assured him that he looked cool with, or without a gay backpack.
Wow.
I don't know what to say.
Quite clever.
Twisted, but clever.
Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr rrnnnnnnnnhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRR
Doctor Johnson decided to make his proctology examinations a little more exciting.
"Despite being an avid athlete, there was a reason Monty never took the stairs."
The Cunting Linguist.
(For adults only. Tsk.)
that looks like fun.
...this should take your mind off your claustrophobia, lady.
lady, will you get off my coke bottle already!!!
Going up? No, i prefer to go down, thanks.
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