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mercy ave lad about n axis o detroitus cos cheboygen ain't a brit a da breem ish when yer out for some uv da flap flap |
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I'm working on a James Bond style movie script. James Blonde and Monocle Mario star in: "Pudding Pals...(?)" Scene 1: James Blonde, in great physique like usual, has a bag over his head and his wrists and ankles clasped to the wall behind him. His hunk body is naked and glistening with sweat, laced with irresistible James Blondesque testosterone pheromones. Monocle Mario lifts the bag from Blonde's manly dimple chinned head, revealing his suave grin and one lifted eyebrow, and grabs a quick firm hold of his erect cock. "You're a *hard* man to *get a hold* of, Blonde!" exclaimed Monocle Mario, cackling and making an excellent double pun. "The British secret service has my back. You know what they'll do with the reactor plans if you try to manhandle me" said Blonde in his deep masculine voice. "Manhandle? You mean this man handle right here?", inquired Monocle Mario, tightening his grip. Blonde couldn't help but repeatedly groan "Mmmm" in a triumphant, heroic, deep, manly Powdered Toast Man voice. "You like when I manhandle this man handle? This man handle right here?" "Mmmmmm" "You like that? Yeah?" James Blonde snapped out of it "Look, what do you want anyway?" Monocle Mario became serious for a moment, keeping his firm grip. "You know what I want, Blonde... the final part of the solved equation necessary to build the secret weapon, we need the mathematical proof. Where is the proof, Blonde? I must have the proof!" Blonde's brow furrowed "You rapscallion, you know where I keep that proof! It's in the pudding! The proof is in the pudding!" "Oh yeah? Do you mean this little pudding spot right here? Is that where you keep the proof?" Blonde's nipples were very erect and his chest was heaving. "Mmmmm" "Right here in your naughty little brown fudge pudding?" "Mmmmmm" *end scene 1* |
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Liar, that's the intro to the Milo Yiannopoulos book. |
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So is he wearing a monocle or what? |
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he fixes the cable? |
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then the cable delivers a movie about the pizza delivery lad |
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skivvert tfklakkat m'ytep boshinky dun haw but ononeo dunno dat bout porous-o-noggin-o-graphy when i dun chart it. suc,kz b allll up in my gr^1 |
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the puss was percussive tuss as the just was recursiv |
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clappity schnippit dun vesuvius arebity niv on yonder but spenders suspect nary a plonker descendant |
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piffling |
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whiffle ball |
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oxyplasmic flange phallus |
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indelible carbone dealership |
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vituperative gulp bucket |
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splinal reticulator |
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trouser megaphone |
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