"I can't operate on this boy for he is my son," she told the other doctors riddleprioritizingly and then hit me with a garden shovel.
But the sting operation went badly wrong when the drug dealing goats killed my partner and even though we arrested them all, I found out that day that bustin' does not always make me feel good
Said my butthole to the massive turd I have been battling for over an hour now.
Fortunately for me I know how to write really super duper long run on sentences so I just need to keep writing so I don't get shot in the face with the gun and that would kill me and that would be bad because I don't want to die i want to keep being alive so i need to avoid getting shot in the face with a gun by writing a really really long run on sentence I think the only thing that could go wrong is if I accidentally hit the period key while typing because that would make me die because it'd be two sentences and the story would end so its so so important I don't accidentally hit the period key oh god oh no I'm so scared I'll accidentally hit the period I have to remove the period key from the keyboard right now I hope I don't accidentally hit it while removing it from the keybo.
laughed the doctor, as he stitched the mouth of the Human Centipede to its rear end. 😈😈
I have been banned from the masturbation metaphor club 😞.
The evil pizza delivery guy put poison on it and I got really sick.
“What’s his name?” asked the Save Your Older Brother from the Peenar and Butt Explosion Guy but when I tried to say his name, my brothers peenar and butt were exploded and that’s how my brother Tikki Tikki Tembo-no Sa Rembo-chari Bari Ruchi-pip Peri Pembo lost his peenar and butt and the moral of the story is, keep your older brother away from strange guys.
However it was still attached to the original guy and after that he did nothing but whine and complain and that's when I realized that peenars are the organ responsible for suppressing complaining, but when I told my wife about this discovery, she caved my head in with a garden shovel.
That’s when the ghost of gay Jack the Ripper appeared and murdered them all from behind.
The crowd-killer man was here.
Turns out it was not a commercial, it was a 'Cum-Herschel" and he was just beating his meat and jizzing on the audience.
Unbeknownst to him, I was the penis snatcher guy snatcher guy.
My plan, make it sticky. Step one: unzip pants. Step two: jwork my penar
My happiness soon died out as it was thing 2 and apparently it was slobbering time, it did not go well for me.
It was significantly shorter than my arm, though, so Timmy drowned.
"This must be it," I thought, seeing a hole in a tree and immediately whipping out my peenar and sticking it in there, but LITTLE DID I KNOW this wasn't the glory hole, and instead a very rabid squirrel, taking offense to my trespass, shredded my peenar and ripped off my nuts to stash them away for winter :(