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.
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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