Berlin Clinic Gives Patient the Willies
But the wurst is yet to come. Read on. Meanwhile, out in the provinces, looks like there's plenty of freelance hitching-up work for Rev. Jack as soon as he can get his ceremonial banjo past customs and into the Fodderland; I believe the Rev.'s church was, in fact, one of the early champions of man & beast unions (and don't miss the "Your Comments" question at page bottom).
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I'm getting Miss Muffin fixed. (That's my cat, you dirty bastards)
I guess there's still hope for me.
Hmm...
Where to begin my rebuttal...?
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Dr. Sardonic will pay.
He's just jealous that you get to eat my meatballs AND my sister's meatballs at the same time.
Actually, it's the Reverend who's jealous that the orangutan ceremony on B.A.'s page was performed by a minister from a competing sect, the Monkey-Love Mormons.
As to the Meatball showdown: Reverend, you'd better keep you hands on the table and off of Milfie-pie's saucy sister – she's all mine!
Sir, when I'm getting double-barrelled, hot meatball action from two sisters competing for my approval, I can't be bothered to worry about where my hands go.
xoxo Rev. Jack
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