Mr. Padma loves to smell my farts. I dont know why though. Sometimes when I want to scare people I just let one rip. Its usually not a fart... But a shart.... I LOVE SHARTING!!!!!!

The girl walked up to her girlfriend Infront of everyone kissing her on the lips. The rebellious girl picked her girlfriend up and walked her to the twos dorm laying down cuddeling

5 second rule. He picked it up. It liverwurst and stilton on pumpernickel . He threw it back on the floor. "You deserve each other," he told the floor and the sandwich. The office

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Rosebud screamed in return, "Kablooey!" And the immature 12-year-old screaming match was on. Who would win? Rosebud or Kablooey? I'll tell you one thing, folks:

Having done that, Captain Picard returned to his chair. "Ahead, Warp Factor 3." Data fumbled the controls in a rare moment of clumsiness, and the ship suddenly warped in reverse.

spontaneously combusted, scorched whiskers and singed fur flying everywhere. One might think this was a serious overreaction on the part of those cats, but in fact it was just a

, "You Enbombed me!" screamed the deceased ones that the previous folder jabbed an Umbrella etched with runs.

to his nextdoor neighbor, Squidward.

but he dove into the door, and Married such a wonderful wooden mmasterpiece.

It was a good thing Elsa was on board the train. She single-breathedly got the train running. In fact, it ran so well that she had to stop breathing lest she send us into the

themselves and all went off to the restrooms together, leaving me alone without any friends at all. So I sat there sulking, eating a bowl of potato chips and wishing I had been

It's quite the *package*, if you know what I mean. Wink wink, nudge nudge." "Wow, when did it come?" "It came quickly! I didn't have to wait long at all." "Must have been hard to

It was raining cats&dogs the day I was born.Ma suffered heavy bleeding in the delivery,so the docs wanted to delay the skin-to-skin contact.Ma wouldn't have it"Over my dead body!"

well, that's a story for another time. I've gathered you all here today to discuss the next quarter's sales plan. We have to find Bedo. I mean, our goal is to increase Bedo. Er,

watermelon salesman, who snorted and said, "You want me to WHAT?" He eyed the evacuated woman, wondering what could have caused such a strange malady, then asked, "What makes you

the big red button. The gun had a button, not a trigger. It was big. And red. The gremlin army tried and tried to push that button, but the giant amalgamated finger just wasn't

my truck wouldn't start and my mayonnaise had gone off and nobody wanted to walk in my shoes. I wanted desparately to find a way out of this country-western song, but

I don't know what I'd do

self-interactions are too risky (paradoxes abound). But one could leave a note. Surely, then, this paper under my desk is a note from myself. But why does it say