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Workn on it. Come back in a minute. Time moves quickly so don't wait too long or you'll miss the whole story. Meanwhile fill your head of my thoughts mentioned below.
HARVEYROCKROCK PUBLISHERS PRESENTS
HARVEY
HARVEY: You stupid cunt! What do you mean you forgot to tell me you have Vanishing?
Dickcrabolopulust of the vagina?
ANGEL: I didn’t think it was important at the moment until the doctor told me that it’s contagious.
HARVEY: You didn’t think it was important at the moment! I am concerned about it this very moment god admit! This shit itches like fleas on a dog!
ANGEL: Oh Harvey you’re in stage three.
HARVEY: Stage Three! How many stages are there?
DOMINGO
DOMINGO
ALBERTO: Domingo my son where is your mother?
DOMINGO: Papa! Papa! Where have you been all these months?
ALBERTO: Where is your mother Domingo?
DOMINGO: She’s at work Papa!
ALBERTO: Thank God! Come downstairs and let your papa inside so I can visit you, my son.
DOMINGO: Mama told me not to let you inside papa! She said if I did I would be in a lot of trouble!
ALBERTO: Domingo my son! I’m your father! Surely you misunderstood your mother. She would never keep us from each other. Now come downstairs my son and let papa inside please. I have a painfully urgent situation that needs taken care of immediately!
ALBERTO: Help me up my son? Help me get these bugs off of my body?
DOMINGO: Crabs! Papa they look like baby bats! No! No! No way papa!
UNDER COVER
CONTINUE
SGT. HICKMAN: Well, here we go again Bob. Are you sure you’re up to this again? Let me know now because once we go through those doors, it’s just balls and fire!
DETECTIVE BOB: Does one count Sergeant?
SGT. HICKMAN: What do you mean does one count? One what son?
DETECTIVE BOB: One ball sir. I only have one ball.
SGT. HICKMAN: What the hell do you mean by you only have one ball?
DETECTIVE BOB: its true sergeant. I lost it when I was a postal carrier two years ago. I was attacked by a pit bull dog. It was a mean bastard! I tried to kill the son of a bitch with my mace, but it charged right at me. Yes sir, it knocked me down flat on my ass! Sure as the sun shines sir
that god dam pit bull sank its teeth right into my left ball.
Boohoo the pain! It was total and ultimate despair!
SGT. HICKMAN: Well, here we go again Bob. Are you sure you’re up to this again? Let me know now because once we go through those doors, it’s just balls and fire!
DETECTIVE BOB: Does one count Sergeant?
SGT. HICKMAN: What do you mean does one count? One what son?
DETECTIVE BOB: One ball sir. I only have one ball.
SGT. HICKMAN: What the hell do you mean by you only have one ball?
DETECTIVE BOB: its true sergeant. I lost it when I was a postal carrier two years ago. I was attacked by a pit bull dog. It was a mean bastard! I tried to kill the son of a bitch with my mace, but it charged right at me. Yes sir, it knocked me down flat on my ass! Sure as the sun shines sir
that god dam pit bull sank its teeth right
into my left ball. Boohoo the pain! It was total and ultimate despair!
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