"Holy Toledo!", shouted Batman; Batman died. Robin cried. Kobe laughed. "No milk!? Why can't babies walk?" Then Davis killed Kobe's pet squirrel.
"What the heck were you thinking?" shouted all the squirrel's loyal nut clusters.
They charged the nuts like rabid Celtics fans. Davis grabbed Kobe's throat and threw Jedi Sith like energy. Ernest Provetti, tears running, laboriously ratcheted up the testicles and yelled out "Please no, apologize now! My son has rabies, he bites, unless you stick his third rib with glazed-over eyes." However, nothing craps the giant squirrel like a hydrogenated prune.
Unfortunately, little soldier men eat rats. Not the blueberry pancakes, they all freeze, within a dead goat. Rays of the sun hit it, smelling rotten. Thrusting hard knock life like Annie and Jay-Z.
Acute dementia afflicts Tanguay, wanting Rasheed. Banner 18, and 19 to extend to infinity and beyond!
Sex toys under Kobe's