"Sal Muncy?! I haven't seen you since college! Wow—it was with you that I learned how
to satisfy a woman."
"Are
you kidding me, you asshole? You always finished faster than Usain Bolt on steroids."
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"Hey, anything is better than hearing that damn robot yell your name any time there's even a hint of danger. In a way, I’m still Lost in Space. Get it? Haw haw haw!!! Oh crap—Ponch diarrhea just shot out my nose! Ahhh! PONCH DIARRHEA! DANGER! PONCH DIARRHEA!"
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"Wang Dang Sweet Brown Tang!"
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Then I saw a badger and feared that I
must tred lightly.
"Relax," spoke the varmint. "I was Aesop's favorite."
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4 comments:
About time you shit birds posted something worthwhile!
I find Mr. Albom's writing style excessive. The use of modifiers is unwarranted. Therefore I will kick his ass. And then I will kick yours. So eat me.
Nobody fears a paper cut more than me!
Weren't 2 of them O'Connells' assholes going to make that journey a few years back? Where are they? Or did that prissy board admin stop the story AND the trip?
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