Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Rule To Reduce The Reach Of Rule

It suddenly became apparent that the robot butler had been gassing us for the past several minutes. I noticed a baseball sized growth suddenly jut out of your grandmother's neck before my fragile frame was flung hissing into a guest bathroom. I had obviously become just another hollow victim of the robot butler's cruel drinking parties. I put my saddle on a pile of little drawers and vainly attempted to scoot out of there, causing moderate to severe chafing on my inner thighs.

Cold potatoes can actually be tickled. It is a fact.

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