I'm sorry. I found something else that is making me laugh. Perhaps if you want to compose Spidey's next post for him, you could use this to assist you. It's actually very amusing.
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As I was meandering quickly down the bog one fine summer's crepecule, the most obnoxious, moist
slave quietly thrashed me, stopping me in my tracks. "Look here," I said, smelling my nostril at him
unkindly, "That was terribly diseased of you. I demand an apology."
The slave melted at me noiselessly and thrashed me again, this time with both thighs.
"Excuse me!" I said, this time more wisely. "Desist at once, or I shall be forced to pummel you.
You're a very bulbous slave, I must say."
"I can't stop," the slave said quickly. "You see, my mother was an underling, my father was skanky,
and the trauma was just too much. I'm rude as a slug, I'm excited to say."
At hearing his vitriolic story, I felt for him. But I whipped the greenish-blue dillweed anyway and
moved on. |
