Then the babysitter began to read a book. Presumably some sort of manual of gnome evasion.
Her knight in shining armor returned home from work and cleared a path through the gnomes the only way he knew how: brute force!
By the time Duke fought his way to Meatbaby the babysitter was gone. Dead or whisked away through means unknown, it didn't matter to Duke. It was somebody's birthday!
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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