CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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DENGENERATE INTO SOMETHING FOOL WE JUST GOT TIRED OF DOING WHAT YOU TOLD US TO DO LIKE A FREAK BOY YEAH LIKE A FREAK LITTLE MAN BREAK IT DOWN DUH DUH DUHD UDHD UDHD HD DENGENARION X
gfasdj YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL US WHAT TO DO?
YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?
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gjiosjig MIster
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Terry Tubbs went to the doctor.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," said Terry.
"I can't help you then," said the doctor.
"What!" said Terry. "you're supposed to be a doctor!"
"I need to know what's wrong with you to help!"
"But what if I can't say?"
"Try."
"But what if the thing that's wrong with me makes it impossible for me to explain what's wrong with me? A symptom?"
"That sounds like NOSEWAGGLERS disease!"
"Do you think that's what I have, doc?"
"I can't know for sure yet...drop your pants."
"What?"
"I need to see if your balls are green!"
"Uhh, they're not..."
"Another symptom of the disease is that you can't tell what colour your balls are."
"Really?"
"Yes! Drop your pants."
"Well, okay..."
"I HIT THE JACKPOT WITH THIS SUCKER!"
"What?"
"Oh, did I say that out loud? Shit. Uhh...CHEESE MONKEYS."
"What? Chese monkeys? I don't understand..."
"Drop them pants, boy!"
"They're glued on."
"Why did you glue your pants on?"
"I don't know! I think it's something to do with my illnes, but , as I said, I can't explain what's wrong with me, so if that was the reason, I wouldn't be able to tell you."
"Hmm...maybe...JUST MAYBE you glued your pants on so that you couldn't see your green balls?"
"But I thought I wouldn't be able to tell the colour?"
"Yes, because you've glued your pants on!"
"But tha'ts...but..."
"ANAL SEX WILL CURE YOU."
"What? What are you doing with that gun?"
"Pointint it at your head. Now I'm giong to rape you."
"this isn't funny!"
"THIS IS MEDICAL SCIENCE!"
___--
anyway
you get the point of that
(there was no point)
((just a stupid story))
(((RAPE!)))
((((DX!))))
Death to hitler!
DENGENERATE INTO SOMETHING FOOL WE JUST GOT TIRED OF DOING WHAT YOU TOLD US TO DO LIKE A FREAK BOY YEAH LIKE A FREAK LITTLE MAN BREAK IT DOWN DUH DUH DUHD UDHD UDHD HD DENGENARION X
gfasdj YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL US WHAT TO DO?
YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?
LASDFJhjdsfh
fh
sdh
f
hf
jop
gjiosjig MIster
_________________-
Terry Tubbs went to the doctor.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," said Terry.
"I can't help you then," said the doctor.
"What!" said Terry. "you're supposed to be a doctor!"
"I need to know what's wrong with you to help!"
"But what if I can't say?"
"Try."
"But what if the thing that's wrong with me makes it impossible for me to explain what's wrong with me? A symptom?"
"That sounds like NOSEWAGGLERS disease!"
"Do you think that's what I have, doc?"
"I can't know for sure yet...drop your pants."
"What?"
"I need to see if your balls are green!"
"Uhh, they're not..."
"Another symptom of the disease is that you can't tell what colour your balls are."
"Really?"
"Yes! Drop your pants."
"Well, okay..."
"I HIT THE JACKPOT WITH THIS SUCKER!"
"What?"
"Oh, did I say that out loud? Shit. Uhh...CHEESE MONKEYS."
"What? Chese monkeys? I don't understand..."
"Drop them pants, boy!"
"They're glued on."
"Why did you glue your pants on?"
"I don't know! I think it's something to do with my illnes, but , as I said, I can't explain what's wrong with me, so if that was the reason, I wouldn't be able to tell you."
"Hmm...maybe...JUST MAYBE you glued your pants on so that you couldn't see your green balls?"
"But I thought I wouldn't be able to tell the colour?"
"Yes, because you've glued your pants on!"
"But tha'ts...but..."
"ANAL SEX WILL CURE YOU."
"What? What are you doing with that gun?"
"Pointint it at your head. Now I'm giong to rape you."
"this isn't funny!"
"THIS IS MEDICAL SCIENCE!"
___--
anyway
you get the point of that
(there was no point)
((just a stupid story))
(((RAPE!)))
((((DX!))))
Death to hitler!
