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	whatever the hell he could get. In truth, zombie sex with skanky pros  | 
		
 who partied with the milquetoast that they used to pick up; was the  
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 best thing that could have happened to paddyjoe. 
	Now that pj was alive,  | 
		
 he could again frolic naked through the meadows with his new zombie friends, 
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 unhampered by self-consciousness that their zombie genitalia was engorged and flopping around 
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 between their legs like a kite on a windy day in july.While 
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 back at the village, a horde of angry towns people awaited the arrival 
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 of the dominator 3000, the most efficient zombie killing machine ever devised. Paddyjoe....... 
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 wanted to speak out against it's UN banned weapon status. However he thought 
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 about pickles, and slipped into a mental state that could only be called 
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 bumpy, green and tart.  unable to chair a UN meeting in this state, 
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 He drank a cup of fresh squeezed Zombie Jism and drifted off into 
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 the roilet to promptly barf."This stuff tastes like shit",he said to 
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 the disembodied head floating in the bowl. "So?" the head replied, "purple monkeys 
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 have jism so tasty, it's been banned as an illicit drug." PaddyJoe flushed 
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 bright white instead of red, 'cause he was dead, eh. 
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 of the Sleeper Jammie Corp, Uncle Phil was undergoing toe-nail surgery, Conclamo was 
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 mowing the lawn, whistling the theme from "Doctor Who" and trying to keep 
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 his balls from getting caught in the mower. His balls sag badly and 
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 are the colour of blue.Poor son of a bitch can't even keep 
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 the neighborhood vixen from showing up; interupting his chores "What do you want?" 
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 'I just want to kick your huge dangling nuts Conclamo' said the vixenwhore 
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 "Oh please, my balls are very swollen and blue; please don't do that." 
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 "But I must" said the vixenwhore, and did. Conclamo pissed on her shoes 
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 and shit in her cereal, which she was conveinently eating at the time 
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 while she ogled his swollen, pulsating member, that peeked out from the top 
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 of his blackwatch tartan mini-skirt that he'd bought for $3.95 at 
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 the 7-11 down by the wharf. Conclamo thought it odd that he was  | 
		
 the sexiest bitch ever to grace the cover of the john deer catalog 
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 , considering he didn't remember having his photo taken atop a green combine whilst 
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 several street toughs stripped it for parts to sell on the black market. 
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 Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Little Timmy, Jane, and Uncle Ahmet were about 
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 to pants vermin, and search his cavities for evidence of gear shift knobs 
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 But a bolt of lightning bursts through the roof of the barn and 
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 electrified little Timmy. Suddenly his hair grew into the perfect mullet. "You should 
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 take a picture of that and send it in to mullets.com said Jane 
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 "Sure thang," he said and took a picture right there holding Jane. The 
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 picture turned out great, even though Uncle Ahmet kept giggling as he took 
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 his penis into his hand and said "time for lunch" now hand me 
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 Your pretzle of doom. Unfortunately the pretzel was lodged snuggly in the doll's 
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 joy spot... "Oooooh", said Jane "You can fish it out yourself". Her inflatable 
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 ladia massaged his thick, throbbing penis as he slowly penetrated her from behind 
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 . He then bashed her in the head with a crowbar and jello shot 
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 from her worked-over ass. It had been there since the Reagan Administration, which 
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 suprisingly, the jello kept its shape of the Eiffel tower that it was 
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 (I am laughing to hard to reply right now.) 
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 formed into by a mold made of dried KY and a network of 
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 jelly beans,licorice and maybe even a little bit of paddyjoe's jism...Jane 
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 decided that PJ´s jism would taste great with some ketchup, hot sauce style, 
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 -So she pulled out  a long dried crunchy strand from her rubbery anus, 
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 microwaved it on high for 3 1/2 minutes, then wove it around a juicy 
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 Racoon which was conveniantly angry and foaming from the mouth. She dipped that 
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 sumbitch into a pit of flesh-eating hamsters who were very loudly singing 
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 a song about anal leakage. Jesus appeared on the horizon, just then something 
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 shot at Jesus from the grassy knoll-shaped opposite horizon, it was the 
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 four pidgeons that flew overhead.One had relieved himself high above the knoll... 
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 and struck the coward holding the gun. Bad puns are taking over the 
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 board of the nonsense, which happens to be where bundy and Bones drag 
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 their pet Queens around by the ears so that they would feel more 
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 manly. Seriously though, all bad puns aside, bundy has had a love affair 
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 with Cameron Diaz! Many years prior to that delicious summer fling, Phaetius had 
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 told bundy that cameron was at his place,just waiting to meet with 
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 Bundy's other kidnap victims: Matt Damon and the dwarf from Austin Powers. They 
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 tried to convert him over to the wonderful religion of mormonism, but bundy 
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 pulled out his bowel disruptor gun and blasted wildly at random people causing 
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 Diarrhea attacks. Shots were fired. People Screamed. Bundy grabbed Matt Damon and said, 
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 ¨i´ve got a couple of grams of good Colombian, wanna come back to 
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 Jesus?". Matt shook his head sadly and replied, " My proctologist informed me that 
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 Jesus secretly gets off on reaching in your bum. What's Columbian anyways?" Alligators 
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 danced solemnly under the swingset, while children watched and pointed. Steve Irwin, out 
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 cold from his battle with Lt. Worf, simmered over an open fire while 
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 the impressive alligators slowly danced and thrusted their genitals forward like strippers 
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 that bump and grind at the lonely losers who plunk down their hard-earned 
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 monkey bars in an effort to somehow please themselves thus rendering them unable 
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 to wake up and smell the coffee. Since the alligators couldn't get energized....... 
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 someone would have to come to the rescue......flyman!!! He grabbed the pole 
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 a proceeded to swing around it and kick all the losers in the 
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 teeth, knocking every single loser tooth out. Flyman then ordered three mysterious hookers 
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 to help him land a job with their pimp. However, his ass wasn't 
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 as firm and tight as it used to be, so he ended up 
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 thinking about becoming a pimp but was soon running out of pot which 
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 could only result in one action...... Road trip!!!!.  So, flyman loaded up into.............. 
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 Bone's giant mexican sombrero; which was 13 feet long and had lttle tassels 
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 in the shape of human hands with the middle finger extended. The brim 
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 was made of real corn chip, which helped their munchie cravings, which, during 
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 the damn road block they came upon....helped to mask the smell of 
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 bones´ diarrhoea skid marks, which had slipped out somewhere between Tulsa and Seattle 
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 in an un-related incident earlier that day. The EPA came, thinking an animal 
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 might be horny and needing a little EPA style foot (or hoof) massage. 
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 They were wrong. No Massage was needed. They needed fresh air!. The Smell........... 
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 of Gordons pig pen could be detected right through this stanky ass story 
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 which has somehow gotten off the subject of Gordon the Pig. The aliens 
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 were hungry and tied poor Gordon to a spit and put an apple 
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 into each eye socket to make Gordon appear more like themselves.  Squeals of 
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 pain were heard from Gordon as he was roasted alive. The aliens oinked 
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 uproariously over Gordons' pleas to turn him and baste him with Jack Daniels 
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 and freshly fried grits. As he was slowly roasted over that open fire 
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 they popped the apples out and replaced them with steel-toed boots. The boots 
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 were sentient beings themselves and previously objected to the killing of any animals. 
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 So, the boots walked away with theme music from Nancy Sinatra wafting from 
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