Now all I need is a crate of otters and some hand lotion!
Just by the Skin of your teeth
Your uncle was bending my pickle pump!
Your tube socks are quiters. Tea and cake, or death?
I've got knees. Do you like bread? I've got a french loaf.
Do you dare you pump spunk rooster style?
Jiggle the pickle tool!
Spackle the love chop with my electric beaver pump.
Nice boy, but he's about as sharp as a sac of wet mice.
You vile, low-down dirty, brutal, bottom-feeding, skanky sausage popper!
I have to go now, as my grandmother is on fire.
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