My life as an on-call phone-answerer for

My life as an on-call phone-answerer for rickets telethons wasn't all glitz and glamour.
There were times where rings wrought fear in my heart. "Erro?" Shit. Spoken slang stung like fangs in my ear. "Urr, ahd lak ter don-ate ter dem poor chillen wi' rickers."
And then I had enough. All my life frilly Canadian women had poorly impersonated Oliver Twist and I held aloft my trusty sword and said, "By the power of Greyskull, I have the
power!". It's a good thing I had the steroids too, if I'd tried what I did when I was flabby it would have gone quite differently. Her decapitation was the most satisfying thing
I experienced in my whole life. I took intense pleasure from feeling the warm blood that fountained out of her neck shower down upon me like a bloody rainstorm. Then my critical mi
ttens, the mittens that had kept me warm throughout my childhood, were soaked in her blood. It felt like a page of my childhood has turned - and it showed in my mittens. The body
lay there in the white snow, which turned as red as strawberries in the summertime. I started whistling Fleet Foxes, which was suddenly stuck in my head, when I heard a click from
behind me. It was Norris, in all his splendor! "You better stop whistling that indie-pop-rock shit boy or I'll hurt you like wedgie with piranhas in your shorts." My eyes widened
Chuck Norris gave him an evil glare. He channeled his energy and gave Barney a round house kick from hell! Barney struggled
but meat wad came to his aid and

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