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And all the while, I'm singing, I'm not as infertil as I thought!!
There is a little Bud Seven weeks along now!! And I'm smiling!!
And Now, Let the Mayhem Begin.
"May I have your attention everybody!" Beast said solomly to the crowded
X-Men. "Cyclops has a brain tumor."
"Wack him with a bat!! A Bat!" Somebody yelled as a steel bat emerged.
"No! No! No!!" Beast exclaimed. "Thats just wrong! Hit him with the wood,
it splinteres easer."
So Cyclops was wacked, as several fun filled hours passed, Beast realised this wasn't working.
"Any other suggestions?" He asked the sweaty voulenteers.
"Get that guy, who does that thing!" Bobby said, so the very next morning,
the first thing Cyclops heard was " Hello, My name is Deigo Montoya, you killed
my father, prepare to die!" But Corsair, unabile to psycologically resist a challenge,
cut in to fight. "You are good!" He said. "But I have a surprise for you, I am not left handed!"
"Uh, Dad, Yes you are!" Cyclops said.
"Crap. Go ahead." And Corsair received the marks of shame as Diego
saw that Scott's pansy neighbor who likes group hugs, had six toes on each foot.
"Close enough!" Diego exclaimed and was off.
"Oh, wait Dad, Mom was left handed!" Cyclops remembered laughing like a crazed hyena.
"You little!!!!!" Corsair yelled as he personally contenued to administer the Bat treatment.
Then, all of the X-Men started buzzing like drones and decided to go for a walk
and get moose tracks ice cream and leave Wolvering alone with all the beer and steak.
Cyclops went too, but his leming insticts took him to a cliff, where he jumped
happily.
Logan got his steak, he also ate a cow, a deer, a pig and mistook Rouge
for a large Ben and Jerry's.
After his time in the coma, he acted like Scott, wore Scott's colone and
even walked like Scott, untill the bat therapy was administered, then he was
more Wolverine than Wolverine. He drank, curse and walked around naked
in front of Bobby's parents, he even almost got some.
Moral of the story, It was me, with gas, that stunk up the library.
The End.
And all the while, I'm singing, I'm not as infertil as I thought!!
There is a little Bud Seven weeks along now!! And I'm smiling!!
And Now, Let the Mayhem Begin.
"May I have your attention everybody!" Beast said solomly to the crowded
X-Men. "Cyclops has a brain tumor."
"Wack him with a bat!! A Bat!" Somebody yelled as a steel bat emerged.
"No! No! No!!" Beast exclaimed. "Thats just wrong! Hit him with the wood,
it splinteres easer."
So Cyclops was wacked, as several fun filled hours passed, Beast realised this wasn't working.
"Any other suggestions?" He asked the sweaty voulenteers.
"Get that guy, who does that thing!" Bobby said, so the very next morning,
the first thing Cyclops heard was " Hello, My name is Deigo Montoya, you killed
my father, prepare to die!" But Corsair, unabile to psycologically resist a challenge,
cut in to fight. "You are good!" He said. "But I have a surprise for you, I am not left handed!"
"Uh, Dad, Yes you are!" Cyclops said.
"Crap. Go ahead." And Corsair received the marks of shame as Diego
saw that Scott's pansy neighbor who likes group hugs, had six toes on each foot.
"Close enough!" Diego exclaimed and was off.
"Oh, wait Dad, Mom was left handed!" Cyclops remembered laughing like a crazed hyena.
"You little!!!!!" Corsair yelled as he personally contenued to administer the Bat treatment.
Then, all of the X-Men started buzzing like drones and decided to go for a walk
and get moose tracks ice cream and leave Wolvering alone with all the beer and steak.
Cyclops went too, but his leming insticts took him to a cliff, where he jumped
happily.
Logan got his steak, he also ate a cow, a deer, a pig and mistook Rouge
for a large Ben and Jerry's.
After his time in the coma, he acted like Scott, wore Scott's colone and
even walked like Scott, untill the bat therapy was administered, then he was
more Wolverine than Wolverine. He drank, curse and walked around naked
in front of Bobby's parents, he even almost got some.
Moral of the story, It was me, with gas, that stunk up the library.
The End.