The other day, I received a call from Yelizer. He said he wanted his space clippers back. NO!!!! And then, the mind possession began, and before I knew it, the line was riding up my crack!!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
1 down, 1 more to go!!! Haha, yeah, now you know that you dont mess with the ex-universe trimmer! When will the nano-tyrannosaurus rex win? When it learns to NOT mess with an angry mama T-Rex, thats when!!! Heres a septic attack against you!!! Hahaahahahahahah!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
But then again, ask yourself, why did not big papa rex care? I think its that whole bond between mother and child thing. Rip em' and display em'!!! Rawrrrr!!!! No sizing up for this one!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
I, for one, am a huge advocate of acting demure if you look like you measure your trouser size in hectares. PLEASE dont sit on me!!! And if you cant act, fake!! And if you cant fake, become a lead farmer!! Or fly me to the moon... Is it really that hard? I mean, Laika did it, and shes still ok (although shes dead, I hate dog years!)
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
How is it atrocious? Whence is it not? Will these cretins from the denizen Ooglah ever be excreted back into the sewers whence they came from? Or shall Doraemon do it? Aung Aung Aung, Aung eneh maaney suci, tora ey, maamu!!!
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