He sat there, having been done with his business
- He sat there, having been done with his business for a few minutes. The baby was crying in the hall and he needed to get to that, but damnit, this was his quality time. Being alone
- was such a rarity for him. When he married Joanne, he was of course aware of her four young kids. He wasn't aware, however, of what effect that would have on his
- credit. The kids had forged his name on a blizzard of credit cards and rang up 80K in debt. They bought 80K worth of paintball gear. Brats. So he opened one of their paintballs and
- filled it with sulphuric acid. He did it with another, and another, and another after that, continuing until all the paint balls were duly tainted - awaiting the grabby hands of
- teenage Girls from the Backwoods Redneck Academy Inter-Agency Nucleus Liaison environmental Sports Stadium or BRAINLESS for short. He couldn't wait for the fun the scratch N Snif
- kitty-dog polar espionage to begin with its flight-transcendental lugubrious lubricant fluctuating harmoniously in balance with its internal instrument's reading which the teens
- struggled to make plain to the emmaciated fledgling fistacuf afficionado. Filling the phillistine phyllo with a very assertive almond was the best way to waylay the forlorn
- pugilist with my popup pastry. He went from welterweight waste to waisting width. My miraculous manipulations made him manly for more mayhem meriting many more matches.
- Owen's omnipotent octagenarian opponent owned our odious oaf. Testosterone tainted test tubes tipped the titanic tournament to the titleholders
- . Ultimately, Utley uttered unctuous underexposed undersized uterine underwear. Venus viewed various venal vendettas.
- Started
- 2010-12-31 18:28:06
- Finished
- 2011-11-23 23:36:20
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