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Tur khe Yam what I Yam

2016-03-23 01:15:13 by shpongled1

1199526_145870955312_2.jpg Oh how he hated Tuesdays.. If it wasn't the motorcycle gangs, it was the school kids. All clamouring for more then their share at the all you can eat pancake bar. 1199526_145870985612_PancakeFaceman.png A shady operation ending their nights with food poisoning. They thought that was the worst of it, but visits to the toilet had produced strong liquidity #6's on the Bristol Stool Charts.

 

Recommendations include desire for more fruit. They were going to move up that chart one way or another. Perhaps they could save housing money if they just moved into a bathroom. Think anyone would rent one?

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Later...well, it might as well be a bathroom, except that it lacked a toilet, shower or sink. But it was about the same size. Now their love could blossom unhindered by rules, regulations, or common sense. She stroked his massive chin, the gray whiskers tickling her fingers. "Sugartits, lemme tell you a story." The candle flickered, casting an eerie pattern of light across the lusty pair. He began to weave his tale. "I once knew a bloke out of Lancaster that could fry up a mean turkey faster. This shit was to die for, hon." 1199526_145871002811_turkeyonastick.jpg

Her eyes lit up and she salivated a bit. He described deep-fried snickers and left the bar with an arm on her voluptuous hip and winked at the guys. The skinny chick was dumbstruck but vowed that never again would she waste her time with low-fat foods, fresh fruit or vegetables. Always remember kids: the cool people eat raw lard and sugar.


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