Otter babbles
Kiwaku had a conversation with me when I was half asleep, and logged it thusly:
A story...
Due to my microfiber shirt Tomae desperately needs to make a hard canvas shirt dyed yellow with a dick painted on the shoulder so that I may go with him to the ALL of the city parks, and use my "gloved" hand to check all of the pot-holes for mexicans. The way I can tell is that Mexicans are like hobbits except different because hobbits are clean and like me, will clean the carpets scrub all of the walls, and bless all of the rooms while waving my penis. He is concerned however, that I like christmas trees. He has noted that every time I am around a christmas tree I shart. This is because I was attacked by runes, and the cure was to be fed pine needles. During Christmas there will be a solid block of ham for which my mom needs to cut with the gentlest of care, and the right knife. I am getting tired of breasts and decide that I just want to find a dog. I find a german shepherd Chihuahua mix (don't ask how it happened) and soon fall in love. We dance around joyfully and tie our back legs together so that way we ALWAYS go to some place at the same time. Unfortunately we can not have sex, because the lack of Bestiality spray, this is due to "Mr. Hands"
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PS: It is hard to laugh with your mouth full of xylophone.