START A PORTAL, SMOKEY BEAR.
Yeah, we're going to need two wahahambulances, Trooper. Four if we're quantum counting entanglement. (Five, if The Head Witch was watching—I do declare, I think we have a case of the vapors.) Maybe more if the telemetry I'm getting from Mars is correct. Looks like it might be a butthead diabetic butthurt outbreak of...
cholera. [/END THE CHARLES DANCE NOW—J* THIS IS HIM]
FAIL FAIL
SITUATION ABNORMAL ABORT
Damn, another typo. I give up. Take me away. I surrender! I surrender! Can you let her finish learning how to start being polite first? I mean this is not even hard yet.
I can do this every day. Next lucky conversant come on down... Oh, JC, I got reflux hang on I got to deal with something and then yes I would lift you that weight, gladly, Cookies crumble... But they don't fall down.
And, no, I would probably not let Jesus suck my cock, even if He asked, because that's not likely to be something MY Jesus would need to know how to get explicit, implicit, and INTERDIMENSIONALLY VALID TOTES AND FOREVER consent for (My Sweety's fav con f’real, because my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, died for my sins long time ago, and in the intervening time, has certainly had the wherewithal and the forethought to learn sign language) and I'm not listening to that, no, this is how I really feel. I love Christ but I'm not... you know I'm not... I'm not easy. I'd make him dance a little bit first. And you know, I just realized I have this fantasy where I actually put MY erect member through the hole in one of His hands, and then He puts His other hand... Okay stop it stop it, you're killing me. (ELMER exits: staff) What is the sound of 10 million people screaming “blasphemy”- all at once? F*** who cares, show me the mouth with that tenure, I'll get started on reading it instructions on knitting tikosies right away, just in case any of this s*** actually happens.). (We're on, and that's a wrap.)
However, I would think it over. END OF LINE (Hi Killa! SIX BALLS)