Meanwhile, over at Camp Team Bad Idea...
Sadder still, Felicia's wombat only stayed with her for the drugs.
Felicia was a bitter, bitter old woman, but she loved her wombat.
In planning for his seventh birthday party, Timmy's mom never considered that a fireworks-filled piñata might be problematic.
Glrxup was a happy little creature, humming his sweet little tunes and waving to all the ships that sailed by, so it hurt his feelings when they hurled harpoons at him.
Clancy was thrilled to find a private corner of the Garden of Sexual Gratification where he could be shat upon by parakeets.
Ball crushing. One of the many services provided by Miss Effie's House of Pleasure.
A portrait of the average Republican voter's reaction to the world around him.
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*No, it's actually pretty accurate.
Muriel's career as a kindergarten teacher came to an abrupt end when hercompetitive streak got the better of her during her class's game of capture the flag.
Matteo's project proposal, consisting as it did of simply burning a wagon, was rejected outright by the Burning Man committee as being "too stupid to burn."
Among the odder practices of the Sardinians, that of "sea-fucking" stood out.
Jörgen couldn't explain why watching cities burn gave him a hard-on. All that he knew is that they did.
Sometimes Derek and Joey's cosplay got out of hand, but they always kept the cameras rolling.
"I told you 3g was not enough," Morten croaked back to his friend, and then abandoned himself to the flight.
Among the Albigensians, preparing the mud pit for the Wrasslin' Festival was a special honor.
"I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back ribs, I want my baby
back, baby back, baby back, baby back ribs, Chili's baby back ribs, barbecue sauce."
"Hey, guys, wait up!" shouted Minerva. "Artemis! Hera! You guys!"
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For all her fabled wisdom, Minerva could never figure out why she always lost the chariot races.
"Whatcha doin'? Are you mending nets? Is that what you're doing? That's cool. How'd you learn to do that even? Hey, you wanna go watch the sunset?"
No matter how lonely it got on the mountain, Spiridon mused, he shouldn't have wished that his goat could talk.
Brother Krasomir found that with a few chin-ups on the palm tree, he could train a crow to stick potatoes on its fronds. Oddly, though, no one else in the hermitage found this entertaining.
While life on the road was sometimes fun, Armel often reconsidered his career as a one-man carnival ride attraction.
In retrospect, scheduling the North American Furry Convention in the same venue as the Westminster Pit Bull Barn Hunt Trial was a mistake of tragic proportions.