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"Birching," hissed the smelly Mr Billyflickle, "Is the only cure for naughty boys." He swished his cane over the buttocks of the trembling children. Yes, it was another tyical day at Bleak Orphanage. Then one boy stood up, challenging him with the words
that were first found in the gospels "Hi I'm Barry Scott...", he could only respond with
a satchel full of quietly masturbating dwarfs.
“Fondle my Fart-Knockers!” squealed the pig in her raunchy French Maids outfit. With that, she unplugged the large banana, showering all asunder with spooge and kitty-kibble - accumulated from a night of debauchery in the munchkin circus.
Poor munchkins, they were all compleatly
naked, wallowing in the wreckage of a giant afro.
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arkaya - manikin wolf
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