I AM A MOTHERFUCKIN' T-REX. GOT A PROBLEM WITH CAPITAL LETTERS? TOO FUCKIN' BAD; I AM A T-REX. I AM HERE TO SHOW YOU MY MOTHERFUCKIN' VACATION. LET'S GO CHUMPS.
HERE I AM ON MY MOTHERFUCKIN' TRAMPOLINE. I LANDED ON MY HEAD AND IT HURT BUT I AM A BAD MOTHERFUCKIN' T-REX AND CAN TAKE THE PAIN YOU PUSSIES CAN'T.
THIS IS UNCLE TED. HE IS KIND OF WEIRD.
FIRST I WENT TO THAT MOTHER WAL-FUCKIN'-MART TO GET SOME SHIT. A T-REX HAS TO SHOP SOME TIMES BUT THESE CHUMPS MADE THE STORE WAY TOO SMALL..
ON MY WAY OUT OF TOWN I STOPPED BY MY FAVORITE PUB. THESE GUYS KNOW WHERE IT IS AT AND WHO THE MOTHERFUCKIN' T-REX IS.
The Remains of Bidet (James Ivory, 1993)
We might find we have more in common than we think if we just stop fighting long enough to combine our bodies into a singular organism.
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