thats five words hahahahah
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thats five words hahahahah
ill find more
fish net stockings
to wear here
And here's more..................
Wow, this thread just keeps on going and going, with all sorts of little aliens and witter banter, filling the bowl with utter disgust to feed aliens with old humans and left over creamy wine trifle.
Bangers and Mash had a threesome with two martians. The dirty B^^%$^$ds had rubber gloves on their wallies to keep their hands clean while rubbing oil all over their bonnet. Rossco was running to keep them on their toes, while Scotty got the hot prodder ready for Todd to sear his leak in his ooohh la la.
“Ooiiiii” cried Todd. “Man that’s cool”, in excruciating pain. Touching his toes, the alien bit its ding aling.
“Oh that’s nice”, he said with a smile. “Can you bite. Can you hold? Oh please, please just squeeze it and get the rest of the big fat t*rd out of your an@l passageway”, which disgusted Todd because it hurt his poor feelings towards the alien, who probed him vigourously, and then laughed until the leader joined in.
His name was andy…bluey…something, or maybe Ross. But then Wayne pulled out his spare CV joint and inserted it into his hip replacement which made him say “why can’t I have my head shaved and inserted into the alien’s b------t?”. He can’t because Ross is already stuck in there, fighting for his life 2 live, because the alien wanted to go back to rehab because he couldn’t get clunk to remove Ross from his hot prodder, with plenty of warm baby oil.
In the meantime, Todd was having second thoughts about calling Scotty, ‘The Big Girl’s Blouse’,
Because MR said, “I’ll get the Newton’s over if you pick my …….. and Finly won’t be upset if Rossco says “stuff the aliens.”
The brute g.u got flogged by very little, so the mighty GQ huffed and puffed and the alien in the toyota snorted and grunted and cleared the deep ravine with a huge bloody f@rt, which swept through that bloody alien again.
The heavens above opened, and let out a yaris, which zoomed around in a flood, and squealed with delight, and quivering with jealousy when beating that GU with dead aliens, in centrelink’s carpark.
Another knockback from Julia, then luck at last. The GQ was slamming landcruiser aliens and not getting very far. Until, from the GU’s, latch is fitted, and the aliens duck for cover, where no one goes, and all die. End of aliens.
Hooray for that and hooray for the flood plains. I’ll find more fish net stockings to wear here
with pink nickers
plus cowboy hat,
and frilly skirt
and boob tube,
and aussie thongs ( ......I said thongs - with an S )