Friends? What fucking friends? As Rotter slowly opened the front door, he heard the back door go in. Thinking quick, he grabbed Tiffany by the wrist, pulled her in the door and slammed it shut.
"I hope you know how to fight, girl."
He grabbed two pickaxe handles from under the stairs, handed one to Tiffany, and ran towards the kitchen.
"Those fucking Wombles!"
Tiffany ran past him, yelling at the top of her voice, the pickaxe handle swinging above her head....
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.
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