I have written a short play. It is entitled: Pickle Girl Farts On Tits.
Maury: What if I were to tell you, say, that we had pickles backstage RIGHT NOW???
Poor Girl: No, Maury, No!
Maury: What if I were to tell you that I was carrying pickles RIGHT NOW?
Poor Girl: No, Maury, No!! [SHAKING] I don't see them. Please don't show me.
Maury: It's okay. There are three of them. Connie put them inside of me. I mean, rectally.
Poor Girl: [Gagging] That's so nasty. [Begins running away.]
Maury: No really, it's okay. It's just a coincidence that we were doing this show today. Connie and I do that all the time. But she wore out my dil-thigh-master. So we went to the fridge. I just thought I would mention it. It seemed relevant.
Poor Girl: [Running Away]
Maury: Security! Bring in the pickles! And my dil-thigh-master! I want to show my audience how to make one.
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I have written a short play. It is entitled: Pickle Girl Farts On Tits.
Maury: What if I were to tell you, say, that we had pickles backstage RIGHT NOW???
Poor Girl: No, Maury, No!
Maury: What if I were to tell you that I was carrying pickles RIGHT NOW?
Poor Girl: No, Maury, No!! [SHAKING] I don't see them. Please don't show me.
Maury: It's okay. There are three of them. Connie put them inside of me. I mean, rectally.
Poor Girl: [Gagging] That's so nasty. [Begins running away.]
Maury: No really, it's okay. It's just a coincidence that we were doing this show today. Connie and I do that all the time. But she wore out my dil-thigh-master. So we went to the fridge. I just thought I would mention it. It seemed relevant.
Poor Girl: [Running Away]
Maury: Security! Bring in the pickles! And my dil-thigh-master! I want to show my audience how to make one.
CURTAIN.
SHAMELESS REPOST!!! STRIKE TWO!!!!
burn in hell. i strike two'd your mom last night.
Wow. I feel like I'm 19 again and on some "racey" bulletin board where people have "flame wars".
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