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Following the Witch Doctor’s Recipe

You know who has feet that big? Dinosaurs, Billy, fucking prehistoric reptiles. We have Jurassic Park on your hands! Those little shit-ass kids didn’t see a two-headed giant, they saw a pterodactyl attacking a fucking tyrannosaurus Rex. We need to warn the world! The end is near! (uh… sheriff, isn’t that the Nike logo in the middle of that footprint?) Fuck off, Billy.

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Following the Witch Doctor’s recipe, Eduardo Sanchez was able to conjure a seven-year-old boy. He emerged from the fire fully clothed and capable of doing a jumping-jack immediately.

These Menudo boys sure can roast a nut, but that don’t mean shit. They are still pansies, or as we say in New Mexico, “Puss-waszz”. Yep. So pull your hands out of your pants bitches. Look, grandma is going to be home soon and she hates burning shit in her house, which means… later.

I once stuffed a whole crow in my Twizzinator. I call my vagina The Twizzinator.

Doctor Hammertime: You think he’s gonna save you, all dressed up in his fancy pants, but then he breaks out the hammer and pops a cap in your ass, in your mouth, in your ear…

Jingle Balls Jingle Balls
Flapping while they screw
Santa Claus and Mrs Claus
Have a threesome with Shamu

Throwing Eggs at Pedestrians

And the year after that, we move to the icebergs. And a year after that, we move in with the Goldbergs. And the year after that, I cut you like a Dutch Pumpkin.

Being Charley Sheen’s live-in prostitute isn’t just the same old bump & grind, whack & smack. No, Charley’s hoes got to know about science. He gets lots of diseases and relies on these brilliant bitches to mix ointments and salves. Beth has only been here a week and has already solved 4 diseases.

“Gloves”: they help you keep shit off your hands.

I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is I just saved money on my car insurance by switching to Geico. The bad news is it’s 1959 and Geico doesn’t exist.

My best friend is someone who breaks me out of jail using a complicated plan involving inner tubes, midgets and a medieval catapult when I’m arrested for driving a school bus full of chickens through the streets of downtown, throwing eggs at pedestrians screaming “cluck cluck cluck, you’re a dirty fuck, cock a doodle doo, I’m gonna shit on you”.

Fuck you, I’m on the government cheese. I do whatever hood-rat shit I fucking want to.

How ’bout we get a duplex, ’cause you’re gonna have to be raisin’ both Tia’s and My babays.

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