Sally the oral street walker was also an

Sally the oral street walker was also an entrepreneur! She hated the taste of condoms so she invented her own, they were pink and peppermint flavored. She called them Condom-mints

, which she had figured was catchy enough to sell itself. It didn't. Entrepreneurship was as much an acquired skill as fellatio and Sally found she was desperate to stop

the downward spiral of her little novelty condom shop. When the next customer entered she explained that all the items could be tried before purchase. He selected a spiky chilidog

time for the Kool Aid man to crash through the wall, but little Sally had something up her sleeve, she'd also hailed the Schlitz Malt Liquor bull because she wanted to

get Schlit-faced and see what happened. One thing led to another and by the time Sally'd polished off her 3rd 24oz can the Kool Aid man had the bull by the

bullberries. It was a tough spot for Pampy the bull; he had lots of running to do, but he'd never go without his bullhood. "Kool Aid man, let go of my balls por favor!" he cried. 1

0101101, which frightened Pampy the bull, because he would only start talking in binary when his testicles were really threatened. On the other hand, since he had THE PLAGUE

farmer Bob didn't want to cut off his balls so instead he cut off Scampy the Ram's and made Donbalaan, À la carte. Pampy sighed. "Phew!" He could still have little calves. But

as for Scampy, he would never be a man ram again. He would forever be an it, its livelihood taken away, robbed from it forever. It was a mutant, a defect, a dismembered horror.