A wrapper off a pack of Nutty Bars blew down the filthy beachfront, away from the eight illusory comrades. Too much flavored vodka, and one of the guests began unraveling. The mustache, two feet wide and weighing eight pounds, with liquor residue included, was a fooler. Buttwhack Morgan couldn't hold his liquor any better than an upper middle-class Asian/Jewish second grader. He was blithering. And crying, in bouts, when not self agrandizing or else indulging a private sentiment you'll find examples of in the DSM 4. He's an S and M maven.
"I was in a real, a real, a real fucking comic strip. A regular main character. Same as fucking Superman."
Stan was the more sensitive of the two former duplicate key merchants. "Superman was the more dearly loved of the two, Buttwhack. You can't do shit about popular trending. It's what fucked me and Donnie out of the key business."
Buttwhack's former companion in adventure, the young Rod Stsudley, was in the witness protection program, something about a ring of perverts in Albania. The comic got dropped from syndication.
"I was in a real, a real, a real fucking comic strip. A regular main character. Same as fucking Superman."
Stan was the more sensitive of the two former duplicate key merchants. "Superman was the more dearly loved of the two, Buttwhack. You can't do shit about popular trending. It's what fucked me and Donnie out of the key business."
Buttwhack's former companion in adventure, the young Rod Stsudley, was in the witness protection program, something about a ring of perverts in Albania. The comic got dropped from syndication.
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