ESTIVAL WEEKEND
This side of the street you’re on festival grounds. Have fun.
That side over there is a RESTRICTED AREA! Furries will be shot!
That side of the boulevard, YOU IN DA HOOD.
Furries must take their heads off or they will be shot.
ESTIVAL WEEKEND
This side of the street you’re on festival grounds. Have fun.
That side over there is a RESTRICTED AREA! Furries will be shot!
That side of the boulevard, YOU IN DA HOOD.
Furries must take their heads off or they will be shot.
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Those women were all in the wrong place for tryouts for the roll of Truly’s bête noire, Periwinkle’s nimesis, the insatiable Ms Trulie Skrumshus. It’s more of a Chekhov method role. They should’ve been at Fuck E. Cheese. The role has a lot of turnover. We go through a dozen or so Trulie per season. And two seasons ago they almost killed another Periwinkle in real…”
Tonight’s line dancing instructor, Eric the Techno Viking and Tonight’s dance. The Runaway Thriller.
The stereo in the middle of the dancefloor says, “Our niggah gone. MJ. Thump Thump! Our niggah gone. M. J. Thump Thump!
The announcer shouts, “Okay ladies, you know the rules.
You know the point value system
Each zombie has icky sticky zombie goo on their paws, color coded paint markers on their hands.
CYOA, guard the Punani,don’t let them touch yo hair, and above all Protect the Bouncy Castle!
Without making eye contact, the courier angel from Post Haste dashes off singing, “Molweni Mhle! Ulungile ngokwenene. And you have a Truly Scrumptious day too.”
WTF she’s talking about?
Dear Princess Bubblecups.
Your box works for another girl.
Ah, yeah. Kinda sorry. Sorta. Not really.
Forgive me?
Thinking I was tripping from the shock of the piercing gun driving the first of three gold star starter studs. One for each major star in the Sirius system. I thought the noise and pain were causing me to hallucinate.
The world’s most exclusive reality competition program.
The Tracer Round
on Water Island.
Seventeen contestants will fight to their very last to see who enters the Tracer Round.
The winners go on to the Grand Bacchanal.
A three day and two night long non stop run for their lives and…
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