"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 contractual obligations must include dirty trousers that Sasha sniffs through with passion whilst pleasuring donkey balls.
Now Phil Jackson cried aloud "Red's better!" Kobe whipped his topping without beating or flopping! Just sucking out the Pau Gasol. Then Sideshow Bob video taped Magic Johnson kissing Kurt Rambus in a port-o-let outside McDonalds next to an abandoned Laker Dynasty.
Fiddle playing was heard but no orgasmic screams. Not even a muffled sadistic grunt!
The nut clusters, still warm, smelt like Stuckey's roadside hot garbage. Eric Cantona smoked cigars made of pubic hair and porcelain toilets.
"That's some really huge Batman pubes in Kobe's teeth and then Kobe happily ate Batman's large, hairy prunes," said Shaq.
Later that day, Eva & Tony tried on Kobe's huge sourpuss mask. Then, Eva went down onto the floor while Rasheed fell on his knees and howled, "
