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Once upon a time there was a young boy named Adolf. Adolf was 5 years old and lived in Braunau am Inn, Austria-Hungary. While walking home from school one day, a Nazi dog jumped out from behind a Jewish store-front and tackled Adolf to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Adolf realized that the Nazi dog was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Adolf decided to keep the Nazi dog as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet Nazi dog ''Rudolf Hess.'' When Adolf and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Adolf's mother, Klara Pölzl. And boy was she surprised to see a Nazi dog following Adolf into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Klara Pölzl. ''It's a Nazi dog,'' answered Adolf. ''Dah, I can see that, Adolf, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Klara Pölzl. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Adolf. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Klara Pölzl. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Nazi dogs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Adolf grabbed Rudolf Hess by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Adolf and Rudolf Hess played and played, that is until Adolf's favorite television show, ''nothing,'' started. At that point Adolf forgot all about Rudolf Hess having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''nothing,'' when Adolf was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''Jew!! Adolf! Get your butt in the study...NOW!!'' With that Adolf rushed into the study to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the study, there stood his father, Austria-Hungary, pointing toward the gas chamber. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as Adolf followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the gas chamber, was the biggest pile of dog doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Austria-Hungary. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Adolf knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Rudolf Hess for a pet. So without hesitation, Adolf set out to find where Rudolf Hess was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Adolf discovered Rudolf Hess crouched beneath the table that Adolf did his the Holocaust on. ''Come on, Rudolf Hess, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the gas chamber!'' scolded Adolf. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet dog!! And with that Adolf led Rudolf Hess out of the house and down to the local Bayer. They had a pet section and Adolf knew the owner would find Rudolf Hess a good home. So after saying good-bye to Rudolf Hess, and thanking the owner of Bayer, Adolf walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen beers. But Adolf's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Adolf suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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Tchehehe. :mischief:
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Harriett. Harriett was 62 years old and lived in Eskilstuna, Eskilstuna kommun. While walking home from school one day, a Khaki Turtle jumped out from behind a Mother and tackled Harriett to the ground. But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, Harriett realized that the Khaki Turtle was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Harriett decided to keep the Khaki Turtle as a pet. And on the way home she decided to name her pet Khaki Turtle ''Noone.'' When Harriett and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Harriett's mother, Jill. And boy was she surprised to see a Khaki Turtle following Harriett into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Jill. ''It's a Khaki Turtle,'' answered Harriett. ''Dah, I can see that, Harriett, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Jill. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Harriett. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Jill. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Khaki Turtles. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Harriett grabbed Noone by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house--even though she knew her father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Harriett and Noone played and played, that is until Harriett's favorite television show, ''Simpsons,'' started. At that point Harriett forgot all about Noone having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Simpsons,'' when Harriett was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ''Verdammt!! Harriett! Get your Bum in the Trophy Room...NOW!!'' With that Harriett rushed into the Trophy Room to see what all the fuss was about. When she entered the Trophy Room, there stood her father, Örjan, pointing toward the Air Carrier. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked her father. Then, as Harriett followed her father's finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Air Carrier, was the biggest pile of Turtle doo-doo she had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Örjan. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing her father as well as she did, Harriett knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep Noone for a pet. So without hesitation, Harriett set out to find where Noone was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Harriett discovered Noone crouched beneath the table that Harriett did her Fishing on. ''Come on, Noone, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Air Carrier!'' scolded Harriett. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Turtle!! And with that Harriett led Noone out of the house and down to the local Game. They had a pet section and Harriett knew the owner would find Noone a good home. So after saying good-bye to Noone, and thanking the owner of Game, Harriett walked backed home and attempted to dround her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Apple Juices. But Harriett's pitty party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Harriett suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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Once upon a time there was a young boy named Me. Me was 4146276456 years old and lived in Pooptown, Oklapoopa. While walking home from school one day, a Pink Cockroach jumped out from behind a Mouse and tackled Me to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Me realized that the Pink Cockroach was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Me decided to keep the Pink Cockroach as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet Pink Cockroach ''Poop.'' When Me and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Me's mother, Momma. And boy was she surprised to see a Pink Cockroach following Me into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Momma. ''It's a Pink Cockroach,'' answered Me. ''Dah, I can see that, Me, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Momma. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Me. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Momma. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Pink Cockroachs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Me grabbed Poop by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Me and Poop played and played, that is until Me's favorite television show, ''. .. .. .. .'s Show,'' started. At that point Me forgot all about Poop having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''. .. .. .. .'s Show,'' when Me was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''. .. .. .. .!!! Me! Get your Ass in the Batroom...NOW!!'' With that Me rushed into the Batroom to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the Batroom, there stood his father, Stan, pointing toward the Plank. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as Me followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Plank, was the biggest pile of Cockroach doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Stan. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Me knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Poop for a pet. So without hesitation, Me set out to find where Poop was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Me discovered Poop crouched beneath the table that Me did his Poop Art on. ''Come on, Poop, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Plank!'' scolded Me. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Cockroach!! And with that Me led Poop out of the house and down to the local Wallmart. They had a pet section and Me knew the owner would find Poop a good home. So after saying good-bye to Poop, and thanking the owner of Wallmart, Me walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Beers. But Me's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Me suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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I hadnt any fantasy
 
Once upon a time there was a young boy named George Bush. George Bush was 22 years old and lived in Tokio, Andorra. While walking home from school one day, a orange mammal jumped out from behind a Saddam and tackled George Bush to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, George Bush realized that the orange mammal was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, George Bush decided to keep the orange mammal as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet orange mammal ''Stalin.'' When George Bush and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was George Bush's mother, Scheherezade. And boy was she surprised to see a orange mammal following George Bush into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Scheherezade. ''It's a orange mammal,'' answered George Bush. ''Dah, I can see that, George Bush, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Scheherezade. ''It's my new pet!'' answered George Bush. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Scheherezade. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates orange mammals. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that George Bush grabbed Stalin by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, George Bush and Stalin played and played, that is until George Bush's favorite television show, ''Survivor,'' started. At that point George Bush forgot all about Stalin having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Survivor,'' when George Bush was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''Harmony!! George Bush! Get your rear-end in the kitchen...NOW!!'' With that George Bush rushed into the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the kitchen, there stood his father, Piotr Ilich Tchaikovski, pointing toward the room. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as George Bush followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the room, was the biggest pile of mammal doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Piotr Ilich Tchaikovski. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing his father as well as he did, George Bush knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Stalin for a pet. So without hesitation, George Bush set out to find where Stalin was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, George Bush discovered Stalin crouched beneath the table that George Bush did his having sex on. ''Come on, Stalin, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the room!'' scolded George Bush. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet mammal!! And with that George Bush led Stalin out of the house and down to the local store. They had a pet section and George Bush knew the owner would find Stalin a good home. So after saying good-bye to Stalin, and thanking the owner of store, George Bush walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen absinthes. But George Bush's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, George Bush suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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I bet htis one is little differnt.

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Giggle. Giggle was 1000 years old and lived in Citypolis, Axis Nation. While walking home from school one day, a Dark White Paradox jumped out from behind a Glass Bottle and tackled Giggle to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Giggle realized that the Dark White Paradox was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Giggle decided to keep the Dark White Paradox as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet Dark White Paradox ''Loom.'' When Giggle and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Giggle's mother, Bingbong. And boy was she surprised to see a Dark White Paradox following Giggle into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Bingbong. ''It's a Dark White Paradox,'' answered Giggle. ''Dah, I can see that, Giggle, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Bingbong. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Giggle. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Bingbong. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Dark White Paradoxs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Giggle grabbed Loom by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Giggle and Loom played and played, that is until Giggle's favorite television show, ''Woombles,'' started. At that point Giggle forgot all about Loom having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Woombles,'' when Giggle was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''Bubble!! Giggle! Get your Caffe Latte in the Pool Room...NOW!!'' With that Giggle rushed into the Pool Room to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the Pool Room, there stood his father, Waxmycar, pointing toward the Roof. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as Giggle followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Roof, was the biggest pile of Paradox doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Waxmycar. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Giggle knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Loom for a pet. So without hesitation, Giggle set out to find where Loom was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Giggle discovered Loom crouched beneath the table that Giggle did his Tormenting on. ''Come on, Loom, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Roof!'' scolded Giggle. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Paradox!! And with that Giggle led Loom out of the house and down to the local QWERTY. They had a pet section and Giggle knew the owner would find Loom a good home. So after saying good-bye to Loom, and thanking the owner of QWERTY, Giggle walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Untzerseides. But Giggle's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Giggle suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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Once upon a time there was a young boy named Perfection. Perfection was 2 years old and lived in MountCFC, Perfectopia. While walking home from school one day, a poop brown sex pig jumped out from behind a fat ass and tackled Perfection to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Perfection realized that the poop brown sex pig was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Perfection decided to keep the poop brown sex pig as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet poop brown sex pig ''Fifty.'' When Perfection and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Perfection's mother, Demonica. And boy was she surprised to see a poop brown sex pig following Perfection into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Demonica. ''It's a poop brown sex pig,'' answered Perfection. ''Dah, I can see that, Perfection, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Demonica. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Perfection. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Demonica. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates poop brown sex pigs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Perfection grabbed Fifty by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Perfection and Fifty played and played, that is until Perfection's favorite television show, ''Dirty Jobs,'' started. At that point Perfection forgot all about Fifty having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Dirty Jobs,'' when Perfection was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''MODERATOR ACTION!! Perfection! Get your bare ass in the dungeon...NOW!!'' With that Perfection rushed into the dungeon to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the dungeon, there stood his father, Duke of Marlborough, pointing toward the electric chair. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as Perfection followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the electric chair, was the biggest pile of sex pig doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Duke of Marlborough. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Perfection knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Fifty for a pet. So without hesitation, Perfection set out to find where Fifty was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Perfection discovered Fifty crouched beneath the table that Perfection did his trolling on. ''Come on, Fifty, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the electric chair!'' scolded Perfection. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet sex pig!! And with that Perfection led Fifty out of the house and down to the local Leather Emporium. They had a pet section and Perfection knew the owner would find Fifty a good home. So after saying good-bye to Fifty, and thanking the owner of Leather Emporium, Perfection walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Fifty Juices. But Perfection's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Perfection suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
 
:love: Truly beautiful, Perfy.
 
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Your Mom. Your Mom was Too Many years old and lived in happiness, doing Your Dad. While walking home from school one day, a clone of Your Mom jumped out from behind a picture of Your Mom and tackled Your Mom to the ground. But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, Your Mom realized that the clone of Your Mom was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Your Mom decided to keep the clone of Your Mom as a pet. And on the way home she decided to name her pet clone of Your Mom ''Your Grandpa.'' When Your Mom and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Your Mom's mother, Your Grandma. And boy was she surprised to see a clone of Your Mom following Your Mom into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Your Grandma. ''It's a clone of Your Mom,'' answered Your Mom. ''Dah, I can see that, Your Mom, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Your Grandma. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Your Mom. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Your Grandma. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates clone of Your Moms. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Your Mom grabbed Your Grandpa by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house--even though she knew her father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Your Mom and Your Grandpa played and played, that is until Your Mom's favorite television show, ''Your Mom,'' started. At that point Your Mom forgot all about Your Grandpa having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Your Mom,'' when Your Mom was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ''Your Mom!! Your Mom! Get your Your Mom in the Living Room...NOW!!'' With that Your Mom rushed into the Living Room to see what all the fuss was about. When she entered the Living Room, there stood her father, Your Mom, pointing toward the Your Mom. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked her father. Then, as Your Mom followed her father's finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Your Mom, was the biggest pile of Your Mom doo-doo she had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Your Mom. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!'' Well, knowing her father as well as she did, Your Mom knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep Your Grandpa for a pet. So without hesitation, Your Mom set out to find where Your Grandpa was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Your Mom discovered Your Grandpa crouched beneath the table that Your Mom did her Your Mom on. ''Come on, Your Grandpa, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Your Mom!'' scolded Your Mom. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Your Mom!! And with that Your Mom led Your Grandpa out of the house and down to the local Your Mom. They had a pet section and Your Mom knew the owner would find Your Grandpa a good home. So after saying good-bye to Your Grandpa, and thanking the owner of Your Mom, Your Mom walked backed home and attempted to dround her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Tubs of Candies. But Your Mom's pitty party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Your Mom suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. The End.
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I wanted to make it a little more racy, but this'll do... :cooool:
 
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