WHEN the heralds of Kimberinfluenza had led ShROMish away, Cat stripped off her armor, for not again would she fight in the Magolonian-Neo Trojan Condom War. Down to the sea-shore she went alone, to weep for the loss of Nate the Faircheeked.
As she wept she called aloud to her mother, Nicole Cam 93. From the depths of the sea she heard his cry, and swift on a wave she reached the shore. Soon she was by the side of her daughter, and taking her hand, as when she was a boy, asked, "My child, why weepest thou?"
THEN THE VIRGINS CAME FROM ALL PARTS, and hornymen such as TT came for to see this great company, and many bishops came for to go with them in their pilgrimage, among whom was SF, bishop of Fort Lookin' Fine, which went with them to Rome, and returned from thence with them and received martyrdom
. Saint D, queen of Sicily, which had made of her husband that was a cruel tyrant a meek lamb, and was sister of SF the bishop, and of Dani, mother of Saint Ursaring, to whom the father of Saint Ursaring had signified by secret letters.
And, E8, too, knew there was never no such thing as goats. But he had a reputation to maintain, even if it
had been destroyed by the Penguins in 1972.
BUT ALAS!!! What the hell was he doing?? He was out to look for Bagfon!
Yes, it would be a hard capture indeed, for not only had he to travel with a Kadabra in the mere infant days of recovery, he had to do it without Tyrogue, because that was the whole point of this stupid and rather pointless quest.
And THEN! E8 put his ear to the wind...
a melody rang throughout the meadows...it was the most divine sound one could ever make audible, and it made the soul itself wish to weep tears of holy sacrements.
And THESE were its sounds...
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh!
I THINK TO SING IT AGAIN!!!
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
That girl so scandalous
And I know another n199@ couldn't handle it
And she shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eye so devilish
Uh!
She like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca!
E8 drooled at the sight of the dancing Jynx.
They were all shaking their buttocks in intimidating fashion, and E8 felt his **************** !@#%^, so he [expletive].
It wasn't long until he saw Smoochums stripteasing as well...All Jynx were hookers and had to start their training at an early age.And what were they rubbing but...
...YES!! A BAGON!! They danced ever so divine arounth hime, and one of those anime-sweatdrops came down his face like a boy struggling to urinate.
Which reminded E8 of his own untimly demise...he took his soiled pants off and threw them at the Smoochum. They ran away because although Smoochum were used to offering their ass-ugly bodies for money, the Pokemon they serviced were usually already naked.
E8 gave a wry grin.
"AND NOW, BAGFON SHALL BE MINE!!!!"
E8 threw a Bounty Quilted Quicker Picker Upper at Bagon to ensure his capture! Kadabra hit his head in shame. <I need a cigarette...>
BUT GASP! This Bagon already had a trainer!
Sooner 'nuff, a Hindu man came out, and told E8 that Aruba was where Happiness lived. E8 said that was bull$|-|1+ but the trainer didn't care because he was none other than TARO, THE QUESTIONABLE ASIAN WITH A
GREAT HAIRDU, A SCHOLSHIP IN KICKING A$$ES, AND WHOSE DUCK-BILLED PLATAPOSE HAD URGED HIM TO COMMIT ACTS OF BLATANT INDIANITY!!!
E8 stared into Taro's druggèd ojos.
THEY THEN FOUGHT TO THE DEATH USING KITCHEN KNIVES!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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