Splatters of Moisty Mind

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These phrases poop into my head. An event occurred involving a T-square that resulted in prongs protruding from her skull. Baked and breeded, Moisty Schnebley and her Trunt of Wunterfeld asked herself what other medical supplies could be incorporated into her whoroscope. Get dead? I think not. Bonji Muntenslug cum to the rescue while her pubes were in relavation. Rather than stabbing her in the back, he diplomatically stabbed her in The Funt with his toxic splooshy. His slarthing lager, permuted like frothing bisquick. Committing smeglicide with aspartame and juice boxes, she got bashed in her Aclitease tendon by Agasmegnamon.