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along with chilli
frogs in lemon
deep fried aliens.
my poor aliens!!!!!!!!!
They deserve it
x2 on that
they got rayguns .......
up their ar#$s
which they enjoy
and wouldn't have
any hassles about
recommending to friends
& you'll find one
at coles supermarket
in the chuck
out stale bin
What's a chuck?
as in muriQuote:
Originally Posted by AB
said Bob, but
out the back
Roofy was making
hot coffee for
his mate Burt Newton
and all those
Who were plotting
the alien invasion
"Alien For PM" !!!
better than julia
and more attractive
a suductive voice
could be heard
from the back
of AB's patrol
"Christened at last!!!!"
But it wasn't
And here's more of the story.........................
I’ll find more fish net stockings to wear here, with pink knickers plus cowboy hat and frilly skirt and boob tube and aussie thongs for my trip into dusty Egypt ontop of those nut crunching camels with big hairy men leading them into the night.
President 0b@m@ said, Oh my god, look over there, it’s Kevin. He is an alien with big juicy date palm nuts, that bunyups love to munch on while running into a pollywaffle that was floating in the aliens’ communal bath tub, being stirred with a great big Finly by Burt”, the alien said. Where’s Patty?
Burt removed his toupe, and guess what? It was Big Fletch in his skirt. Must have bet Andy Pandy and Jemima to do the wild love making. “Geronimo”, he cried. “Please, oh please, stop AB, you’re in the wrong super hero outfit. You’re not WonderWoman, so put your lycra suit on and don’t forget to grab a sexy ballerina tu-tu and slippers and some jelly down your stockings”.
“Where’s my alien?” In your bed and looking good. But be careful of the probing. Do it harder with the jelly that tastes so fruity and delicious, yet so firm to the touch. “How about we rub it all over the alien?” That damn alien – shoot the b@stard. Must get rid of 4 words. The alien is defunct and hopefully dead and buried – forever and ever!!!! Rest his soul. And about time….and cremated too. So far so, “Oh my lord, yep, they’re dead.
But wait. Suddenly the bunyups arrived with Burt Newton. “I’ll be back”, said a distant voice – with more aliens !!!!! No their’s not!! And the bunyips said “Thank you” – but are terrified. “Toughen up Princess” was mumbled to the lost bunyups from the mighty bunyup eating aliens.
Meanwhile, AB had moved right along. “Bite this,” yelled roofy, and while you’re at it, don’t cry for bunyups”. Bigrig and Tony played with their tools while fixing Tank with a defibrillator – not really – they made him stronger than any Toyota – which wasn’t hard to rescue finly from the crapota clan from WA. Although it seemed unlikely it could be given. But along came the alien again. “No way, he died”
Here comes Hopalong Cassidy and the knee high grasshopper, which was Lucky, and Bungeeee Bob, because the snow chains on the 180B, due to its little skinny wheels, not to mention, under the bonnet. The horse power was, well, just not what was expected – 4 cylinders only, and held together with sticky tape and bungy straps.
Still, it seemed to outpower Toyotas with fats on, and fluffy dice, as they have the Bat Mobile on bungee cords – which works well, while calling Robin into the fray.
“My little Princess, go get your Wonder Woman suit and the lube, to help slip it on – obviously”.
Below the job, questions were asked under the table about Scotty’s new bits and bobs, little thing dangling. “Ahh, a button. Don’t press it, otherwise it will….. OMG, don’t touch between his legs – an awful odor arose from….What? Rotten bloody eggs repeating on me, bubbling gut and beer, beer and….beer.
The toxic mix, all swishing around. Mmmmm gimmmee more in his guts. Yes, be wary as it mumbled. “Stop spinning bed”, was the cry. It went faster and faster until I projectile everywhere. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Never again will he mix raspberry and vodka.
When ya stand that close to Cisco Kid, you’re gunna get caught by the Lone Ranger – F*rd Ranger, that should die quick in the mud – with my aliens. “The bloody aliens stole the children and put them with the bunyups. “Ready for lunch?”- but who arrived ? My alien. “I’m sick of all their probing.
Just beer and chips will do fine, along with chilli frogs in lemon. Deep fried aliens. My poor aliens – they deserve it – x2 on that. They got rayguns up their @rs3s – which they enjoy and wouldn’t have any hassles about recommending to friends and you’ll find one at Coles supermarket in the chuck out stale bin.
“What’s a chuck”? “As in muri”, said Bob. But out the back, roofy was making hot coffee for his mate Burt Newton and all those who were plotting the alien invasion. “Alien for PM”, better than Jool!a, and more attractive.
A seductive voice could be heard from the back of AB’s patrol. “Christened at last!!!!
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