The Kackistocrat's Handbook for the Recently Deceased.
My childhood was typical--summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles . There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking…I suggest you try it -- Dr. Evil
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Back in the day? Hell, I've killed three kittens since I got to work this morning!
Personally I like to use a couple rocks, a gunny sack, and a nice deep river. You dont have to rest up between sacks of kittens.
True, true. But smaking a sack of kittens against some rocks and throwing them into a river is only slight more enjoyable then rubbing one out to thoughts of a threesome between the Golden Girls!
...Mmmm, Golden Girls!!!
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