okpj jt q´n´p nom pgoaei n´pigo

okpj jt q´n´p nom pgoaei n´pigo

Detective Manatee listened to the seeming gibberish and quickly translated the code: "Your refrigerator is running." He needed to act quickly. He dialed up his best agents and

told them to hold his calls. Manatee was no longer going to be "Detective number 2." He was going to run for Senate, but his competition was the incumbent, William "Fridge" Perry.

William "The Fridge" Perry outweighed Det. Manatee by 25 pounds. It was a fat district and size mattered. The Fridge would wage a nasty senatorial campaign against Det. Manatee

Det. Manatee would in turn would sling mud at The Fridge Perry. It was getting messy in here. An all out brawl ensued. Det. threw a chair and The Fridge hucked chunks of raw meat.

When the Fridge threw Karen's foot long hot schlong at Det. Manatee he advised him that was not very friendly of him but knowing what a bitch Karen was, he understood. They stopped

Karen's schlong in mid-air with Det. Manatee's 750XG Schlongerizer that he always kept in his pocket. "Not cool, Fridge," Det Manatee murmured under his breath. "Look, Karen can't

possibly have much experience with a schlong, since she was born a dame," said Fridge coolly as he aimed the weapon at manatee's smooth grey head. "I see," said Manatee, "Karen, if

you could please tell your d*ck of a husband Fridge that one of my many lovers is a Walrus, and has the biggest schlong in the Animal Kingdom.” Karen was taken aback at the Manatee

‘s provactive, and frankly arousing words. More so, she was taken aback that her husband was named Fridge. The Moral of this story folks? Manatees are river sluts. THE END!