and a question Count Dooku really
did not want to hear. Unfortunately,
he heard it. He was distraught.
He recognized the sound, it was
the sound of someone asking what
his farts smell like.
(y'all are too chicken to
continue this??)
Dooku, enraged, set course for the
, The Americas. He was later found
at the Pentagon, cock in hand,
preparing to unleash his penile wrath
upon Mitch McConnel's weakened vessel. A
Jedi master by the name of
doo doo won poo poo
, once a padawan of the great
brand new eastern african murder empire
heir, click click whistle tang windu,
was now being held in bondage
by the person he thought he
used to give his cummies to.
094 unpermasaged the thread shortly after.
Huh? Why did 094 do that?
Nobody was sure, but one thing
was absolutely certain, Count Dooku had
inserted his penis into a twink's
chemistry experiment, sustaining severe chemical burns.
Surprisingly, the chemistry experiment was a
success, despite the unexpected penile intrusion.
Dooku then sheathed the injured member,
it gazed back with a twinkle
in its eye. Suddenly, space JEWS
died. Everyone cried. Who would do
the Kosher Magical Mystery Tour now?
Raymoo stood up, "I got this"
Lain appeared and killed all the
niggers and chiggers. Not one exception.
The chiggers' cigars were smoked by
Bob Segar. I want to die.
I want to get away. I
want to flyyyyyyyy away. Yeaaah yeah
. Big boobage clouded the vast sky.
Anal canyons stretched for miles. These
walking dicks started to climb there,
out of the vaginal geysers and into
my painus. I can't go to
school, so I'll stay home and
funk some raps with the cools.
Yellow dogs and cats. Nigga please.
Lend a peer a pencil? Anyways,