Once when I was running lizards across the street, fireworks shot spectacularly towards my outhouse where my bodacious booty shook (bounced) and grew bigger. Sadly it deflated. Breasts are frustrating especially those which lactate sporadically all night. Back at the outhouse, Franklin pulled a magnifying glass from his mothers handbag and jerked the hell out of his throbbing swollen infected nose piercing. I thought it looked like a STD but luckily was just a vaginal fluid buildup that strangely resembled Kool-Aid. What could Jesus do with LSD and ecstasy after Ripley believe in fairies. Later that evening, the smurfs mysterious machetes slashed through my tent piercing the vat containing Aerosmith. Meanwhile, Mom (vampires) appeared inside Patti LuPwn3 eating all her