engage Mrs. Hemoglobin's beautiful daughter in a game of Squigelem. Heretofore, she had only been allowed to play Beanbag. (He said, curiously "Ah, yes, Beanbag. Saw the championships in Paris. Many people were killed that year.") Just then, the hideous Mrs. Hemoglobin approached with her fanged dog and said "Squigelem, I want to play, too." Horrified, he blindly flung himself off the mountain, plummeting down, down, down, until

 

the rights to this story where sold to a FOX executive one night while he was snorting coke of his best friends' daughter's ass. The story was subsequentially sold to NBC in the hopes of turning the story into a.....

 

Spamming mini series

 

game show, which failed miserably just like...

 

the LA cops who pulled W.C. Fields and his driver over, all over the road like a cheap suit, passing a bottle back and forth. When the cop approached the car, W.C said "Aha, the constabulary. I'm sorry, gentlemen, we only have enough for ourselves. Onward driver," as he poked him in the back of the neck with his walking stick and

 

away they drove, leaving the cops standing there in the street, dumfounded. They then proceeded on to

 

wonder whether the Raptor meant "they - WC Fields" or "they - the cops".... and.....

 

W.C and his driver.

 

Bunny-man awoke from a fitfull dream....Had he just had jars of pickles, guacamole, and one-half dozen gerbils rammed up his now (quite sore) ass? He wasn't sure....He reached for his cell phone and quietly flicked a gerbil whisker from his ass....

 

he then asked his b/f to cum and fist out what was up in his ass. His boyfriend did so, and when he was done his hand was covered in...