Russian bouncing slugs are fascinating creatures.

sighted the Russian bouncing slug flops into view. The victim laughs so violently their side splits open. The slug then bounces over to feast on it's prey.

Then it has wild slug sex with other slugs drawn to the carrion & lays eggs in the entrails. This is the lifecycle of the genetically enginereed russian bouncing slug." David Atten

Attenborough announced."And if you would like to purchase a Russian Bouncing Slug as a pet, you can do so my visiting my website".Molly watched with wide eyes,"Mum! Can we get one?

Irina Petrovna Jenkins told her stupid daughter, "Sure, why not." The tea kettle whistled and it was time to turn the eggs, but she was still cursed with a psiblind little cow ever

everyman. As stupid as her daughter was, she was still somehow endearing in her bovineness. You wanted to take her out for a beer. Or maybe kielbasa. The mustard was also cursed.

"Curse you, mustard!" said the catsup as the bovine wrapped herself in aluminum sheeting. "Foiled again!" he wept, his tomato tears of frustration upon his squeezable plastic face.

Beside him the mustard was quietly stewing. He had not done anything required catsup to call down a curse on him. Even the cow knew that he had really cut the Mustard. It didn't ma

Tter whether Mean Mr Mustard slept in a hole in the road and kept a ten mark note up his nose. His sister Pam was a go getter. The cow knew she had to act quickly.

...& quickly she did act! The cow? No, PAM MUSTARD! That Pam, what a gal! The cow couldn't help but admire Pam's ambition, for she milked it for all it was worth. Udderly amazing!!