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he realized that
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the shit hit
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the ceiling fan
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, so to speak,
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and then he
|
removed the laces
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from his shoes
|
to make himself
|
invisible and lighter.
|
He left the
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cake out in
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the middle of
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the table in
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the hallway, when
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the cops arrived.
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It was hot
|
. Thankfully, the shoelaces
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were not. But
|
his feet stunk
|
and he was
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foaming at the
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rear of his
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foamy bottle brush.
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"YOU STINK," bellowed
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Drax, who was
|
a self centered
|
manic depressive bastard ;)
|
with penis issues.
|
He so needs
|
to KILL ALL YOU FUCKERS!
|
He wielded his
|
tinly little, shrunken
|
plastic squirt gun
|
with abandon, squirting
|
a load of
|
mayonnaise and yoghurt
|
in SteveDallas' face!
|
Undaunted, SD answered
|
by taking off
|
his tighty whities
|
without first removing
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his downy brownies
|
showing his class
|
A, Extra Large
|
rosy red rectum
|
to the crowd
|
of mutant baboons
|
who mounted him.
|
His photo, obviously.
|
excited all the
|
wet crotched teens
|
for miles around.
|
But, wait! What
|
about Albert's shoelaces?
|
Were they wet
|
or just stretchy?
|
Perhaps both? Meanwhile...
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at Jinx's place,
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Sundae was revving...
|
a stolen car
|
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