06-07-2009, 10:31 AM
Our summary so far......
Once upon a there was a nappy headed ho who ate so very little of her breakfast that she died from malnutrition. The autopsy revealed she didn't eat enough bananas or rice cakes. That's where I came in and start my case. I'm not sure yet why someone wants to fart but rest assured the guilty party will be caught.
Now, this "farter" is a real jackass. He likes too scoop and feed, his name has become synonymous with all that's wrong with society. I walk into A bar full of suspicious characters. Through the dim lighting I notice a midget stripper. "She'll have info" the bartender said. He's a friend who keeps me informed of all ruthless information to help my cases.
As I approached possessed cats that often pee fire, I was suprised they said nothing. But the stench was so bad he turned out to be a a drag queen with large fake diamonds. He said as he sashayed like a princess, "What's up girls?" I could tell he liked the way he looked. His schwanz was ready for action.
Once Zane calmed down, he grabbed the evidence I need if you wear gloves and a surgical mask you can stompthrough any slum. Then a bird magically appeared from the chocolate starfish as Zane delightfully licks his fingers. "I'm uncomfortable, I got wood stuck down a hole."
Now what will happen next is something that seems kinda gay but this midget said "Don't step on my head please." I did it out of spite and heard a loud bang in the cavernous midsection
Of Rosie O'Donnel. The stench of Kurt Bush's finger was beyond belief. It smelled like weiner poopie and a wet maddog.
Biff and Potthole loved the smell of hairy hobbit and sweaty ass and sweaty boobs. They bought deodorant for no reason at all but to clean up but it didn't help. Then, Biff said, "I can't help," because he sat a box full of finishing nails and screamed like a broken siren thats about to blow up loudly.
Tits McGee's bong wasn't meant for regular use, but Biff and Potthole didn't really care. They just wanted everybody to get tight red thongs and light that shines brighter than the night light so they could do what they have planned for so many years.
The special moment lasted 2 minutes and left them bruised and worn and wanting more
of the hot, sweaty, intoxicating sex. The lights turned off and everybody quickly got naked. Zane, of course got the nerve to grab joe's big purple flopper, an exotic fish, and a huge bowl of fried octopus and a large glass of fresh man spunk.
Joe drank it happilly and grabbed his belt buckle .....
(edited slightly for punctuation, sentence flow, and spelling)
Once upon a there was a nappy headed ho who ate so very little of her breakfast that she died from malnutrition. The autopsy revealed she didn't eat enough bananas or rice cakes. That's where I came in and start my case. I'm not sure yet why someone wants to fart but rest assured the guilty party will be caught.
Now, this "farter" is a real jackass. He likes too scoop and feed, his name has become synonymous with all that's wrong with society. I walk into A bar full of suspicious characters. Through the dim lighting I notice a midget stripper. "She'll have info" the bartender said. He's a friend who keeps me informed of all ruthless information to help my cases.
As I approached possessed cats that often pee fire, I was suprised they said nothing. But the stench was so bad he turned out to be a a drag queen with large fake diamonds. He said as he sashayed like a princess, "What's up girls?" I could tell he liked the way he looked. His schwanz was ready for action.
Once Zane calmed down, he grabbed the evidence I need if you wear gloves and a surgical mask you can stompthrough any slum. Then a bird magically appeared from the chocolate starfish as Zane delightfully licks his fingers. "I'm uncomfortable, I got wood stuck down a hole."
Now what will happen next is something that seems kinda gay but this midget said "Don't step on my head please." I did it out of spite and heard a loud bang in the cavernous midsection
Of Rosie O'Donnel. The stench of Kurt Bush's finger was beyond belief. It smelled like weiner poopie and a wet maddog.
Biff and Potthole loved the smell of hairy hobbit and sweaty ass and sweaty boobs. They bought deodorant for no reason at all but to clean up but it didn't help. Then, Biff said, "I can't help," because he sat a box full of finishing nails and screamed like a broken siren thats about to blow up loudly.
Tits McGee's bong wasn't meant for regular use, but Biff and Potthole didn't really care. They just wanted everybody to get tight red thongs and light that shines brighter than the night light so they could do what they have planned for so many years.
The special moment lasted 2 minutes and left them bruised and worn and wanting more
of the hot, sweaty, intoxicating sex. The lights turned off and everybody quickly got naked. Zane, of course got the nerve to grab joe's big purple flopper, an exotic fish, and a huge bowl of fried octopus and a large glass of fresh man spunk.
Joe drank it happilly and grabbed his belt buckle .....
(edited slightly for punctuation, sentence flow, and spelling)
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
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