I thought to myself " What an odd way to go." When out of the blue the Latvian crosser swung the chupacabra by the tail allowing me to grab it's snout. As I was drug back into the train car I was startled to find..
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Experiment: Let's write a (TB) story!
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that I really didn't want to be there at all. Jon from YES and the Conductor were having an arm wrestling tournament with a drunk cheering them on, the two asian ladies were becoming more and more absorbed in their music - disturbing them now would have simply been rude - Earl was sitting on his own, sobbing over his last cigarrette, and as I turned to thank the crossdresser, she simply said 'it's not necessary' and disappeared, taking her chupacabra with her.
Not quite knowing what to do with myself, I sat down on the nearest seat (coincidentally, right next to Earl), and
Not quite knowing what to do with myself, I sat down on the nearest seat (coincidentally, right next to Earl), and
Should perhaps search for mamma to throw her expeditiously from the train whilst whistling "slip sliding away" to placate the gently dangling eel but before I could,
go with the tort and black blocks and binding. "Binding?" I said,"Dude,I already eat enough cheese to..."
castrate several Alpacas and colonise the best part of Europe!'
Anyway, I digress. I look about the train carraiage and
Anyway, I digress. I look about the train carraiage and
Decide that a change of scene is needed so calling on all the powers of TBOT I snap my fingers and find myself..,
I surmised that the chapacabra had taken all the buttons from everyones clothing. Being the jovial sort I quickly started a Richard Simmons sweating to the Oldies routine and soon enough
wondered where that typical smell came from. The handkerchief was responsible for the smell. I had forgotten to...
Remove it from my jacket pocket. I think of removing it, but for now I'm content, huddled in the crevice that has defined masculinity itself for 40 years.
After a while I found the gently wafting chest hairs to be hypnotic. Soon I was daydreaming about being Dorothy and searching for a way home in a mystical
stupor. "How?" I asked Phalex, "How can I get to be so moobtastic? How is it that your homoerotic humor could be so manly? How is that chesthair so...Ooh that chesthair! How can I achieve..."
"Silence, my son," replied Phalex, with a sweaty, peculiarly cornly aromad finger stroking gently across my nose. He leaned over, inhaled gently, and began to...
"Silence, my son," replied Phalex, with a sweaty, peculiarly cornly aromad finger stroking gently across my nose. He leaned over, inhaled gently, and began to...
I prefer The Flinstones, so I clicked my heels together, and was rather disapointed when nothing happened. Instead, I knocked my own two
Eyeballs together which coupled with
the strange nasal resonance buzzed through my already befuddled brain causing me to
the strange nasal resonance buzzed through my already befuddled brain causing me to
