Medical conditions: Guinezythuphobia. Patty

Medical conditions: Guinezythuphobia. Patty scratched his head. "Well Miss Blakeney if you can draw a beer, serve customers and smile like that, you've got the job. Just sign here.

Miss Blakeney slammed her face on the dotted line. A blotchy smudge of Burt's bees lip gloss and saliva stains were left on it. Patty said, "well I guess you can tend bar now."

Mister Blakeney proceeded to whack his buttocks against the bar a full ten times, not realizing that everyone was watching. It would take a while to explain this one.

"Um...and yes, this is indeed the most effective way to eliminate stubborn cellulite," Mr. Blakeney shouted. "Recent studies confirm that when repeated blows to the buttocks are ad

ministered using proper technique, unsightly fat stores are converted to gorgeous lean muscle!" He kept spanking. "Just look at these before & after pictures!" Mrs. Blakeney stood

, staring at the photographs. Her lucioius eyes, delicious kneecaps, how could one not want to use this product. Mrs. Blakeney grins to herself, satisfied with the eventual

final print of the new advertisement for batteries. Mr Blakeney knew that sex sells products, so what better way to sell double A batteries than

feature a blushing Bunny wearing fuschia in the commercials. His advert team wasn't the brightest though. They used a fluffy, pink rabbit instead. It kept going and going, until

things had gone too far & everyone became alarmed. The rabbit just kept going. This had gone WAY too far! It was REALLY out of hand! They tried to stop him but he had the strength