Happy nipples! Happy nipples! I've got happy

Happy nipples! Happy nipples! I've got happy nipples!

cried Carl's mother in the middle of the night. That was right before he went downstairs to get a glass of water. He'd been having some strange dreams lately. Tonight was no except

ion because he caught himself on his knees scrubbing the bathroom floor. Awake, he decided to open his window for fresh air, but when he looked out onto the street a strange light

The preacher had said we were all born with a sinful nature, then why, oh, why was it so difficult to rob a bank! Shouldn't it come naturally if sin were such a part of our nature

studies courses in grade school? But I had been too smart for the preacher. "In Sweden, they teach bank robbing at 4 years. They are good at it. Seems 'natural'." I was suspended

over a shark tank. My padre stroked a white Persian cat. "Here at St. Judas Parochial, Villainy is our passion! I must leave you now." When he left, I tested the knots.

Yep, the padre was an eagle scout. I soiled myself three times before I figured out my escape. When I fell into the shark tank, I forced the sharks to bite off the ropes and swam

for the surface desperately. I broke the surface, gasping for air. I could see Padre speeding away on his giant eagle. There was only one way i could possibly catch him now:

I whipped out my harpoon gun, lined up the shot, and fired. The projectile hit Padre in the shoulder knocking him off his mount and into the water. Time to finish the job.