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Moving slowly, he pushed his steaming, smoking train into the dark, waiting....wanting tunnel. |
I'll never be able to look at cottage cheese again. Look at the thighs. |
Dad? Aren't those *mom's* clothes? |
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Meanwhile, at the <koff koff> annual capper's cookout... <koff> |
"You don't wanna slaughter *us*! We're *mad*!" "Yeah! Um....GRRRRR." |
Having run out of dominoes, Ted started using pigs. |
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"Welp, Betsy, Farmer Brown is coming this way. Looks like he's in 'the mood' again." "Oh Lord... <sighhh> I am so looking forward to the slaughter house." |
Oh, I saw this! This is about that pig that was bitten by a radioactive spider named Charlotte. He developed spider powers, and sucked every living thing on the farm dry. |
"[What's the matter, Farmer Brown? Betsy got a headache?]" |
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"With this poultry, I thee wed." |
Uh, oh. A herd of chickens can strip a human to the bone in a matter of mere minutes. Actually, about 960 minutes. |
Hey Susie! Wanna see my cock?(Hi All) |
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