what looks like to be a shit load of desolving miscellanious drugs, if we get there in time we can ave it away and Tarifa will never know its gone, “i reckon we’ll be laughing all the way to the…” (said the little pieces of brocolli)
Psyciatric ward where they will give us more mind bending chemicals and sum electric shock therapy(if we are lucky:weee:)to the genitals ,hoooray! said the broccoli this is….
get down on your knees! “look could i not have the electroduces to the nuts again? cause to be honest i was really starting to like that and besides just have a look at that pineapple… i mean really you cant expect..” Then suddenly Tarifa sick of all this time wasting….
shoved him backwards into the helicopter, grabbed the controls, rocketed it a mile vertically upward and stuffed it onto automatic pilot. She turns, covers him in strawberry jam an pushes him out the door as a sacrifice to the great wasp god . . .
suddenley he was falling through the dark clouds (screaming like a squirel)
he looked at himself realising that he was totaly covered with sticky jam!!!!
AND THEN THE WASP GOD WAS APON HIM…………………………
suddenley he was falling through the dark clouds (screaming like a squirel)
he looked at himself realising that he was totaly covered with sticky jam!!!!
AND THEN THE WASP GOD WAS APON HIM…………………………
AND THE WASP GOD SAID…..BUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! I hope bzzzzzzz that bzzzz this bzzzzz thread bzzzzz has bzzzzzz come bzzzzz to bzzzzz an bzzzzz END?bzzzzzzz?
AND THE WASP GOD SAID…..BUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! I hope bzzzzzzz that bzzzz this bzzzzz thread bzzzzz has bzzzzzz come bzzzzz to bzzzzz an bzzzzz END?bzzzzzzz?
never!not while I have my Aunt Bessie’s stuffing balls……
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