Dora goes to space camp. TWooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

I don't own the whore, Bob's a whore.

Bob was very mad. He had only rammed one of his arms up Dora's ass and since she had stolen all of her shit from her ass he had only found three hundred thousand dollars in pesos and a buffalo half penny used by the ancient Egyptians in chemical warfare circa 10 000000 ad.

Since his arms were made entirely out of erectile material, Bob constantly gets off on assraping customers with his arms. That's why he works at future shop. They're all expected to do that there.

Bobs other arm was getting hard and he started into the visions of teachers asking him why he kept raising his hand and why he couldn't stop drooling on the desk and why he kept staring at the pretty mentally challenged kid at the back of the class. Oh well, they had all been dealt with. It still creeped him out that the principal liked it when he ripped the man's tonsils out through his rectum. Poor Mr. Sheperd, a perverted pedo, sado, maso, besti, furi, transi, vesti janitorial freak to the end. Too bad he wasn't black or Bob might have kept him. Bob had a thing for the colour brown. It sponsored his favorite episode of sesame street. Bob also had a thing for bleeding colons filled with tapeworms full of unholy waste material that causes a terrible rectal lung disease. It sponsored his favorite book by Dr. Phil.

Bob started down the street, whistling a jaunty tune in an agonizingly irritating pitch that reminded him of air blasting through the ass crack of Dora's hairy old grandmother. He knew this because he kept a can of industrial strength compressed air and an exact replica of Dora, orally screwing her grandmother with a spam covered toothpick, made out of discarded cow limbs and emu feathers, in his basement.

A man reproached Bob about his large inoperable left arm, and Bob was happy for the opportunities to rectal rip him. The man was happy too.

Dora was far from her spam loving grandmother, currently she was in an experiment too see how much she could fit into her box. George Bushwacker was testing her for military properties by storing his nukes in her box for later use. Dora had ingested all of the nukes with pleasure and was waiting for the last when a squirrel waved at el presidento. Naturally he was killed for the good of the country. Dora was furious and hid the squirrel's nuts in her mouth for safe keeping. Because she thought it was right. That and she loved anything with innuendo in it. And these nuts were saturated with innuendo. That and Michael Jackson's intestinal tract.

As Dora puked up a fetus factory she had hidden in her pancreas, Bush declared his war on squirrels, and vowed that he would go deep into Dora's box to recover all of the long hard shafts all the bad men in turbans hid from him. He got radiation poisoning from one of Dora's std's and died.

Fish: I have absolutely no excuse for this. There will be more as soon as I put another pot of coffee on.