The shirt was
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CHAPTER 19
does not exist
CHAPTER 20
Ten thousand shirtless bodies
thirteen thousand bodiless heads
and shirts, fairly nice shirts, as far as the eye can see!
"What is this place? Is this some sort of heaven, or the depths of hell?"
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
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", replied the thirteen thousand bodiless heads, in chorus.
"I don't earn! I take!"
"But who am I? Why have I come here?"
"Wait. It's me, Rex. But...which one?"
Rex looked down at his shirt.
It was a standard lime green affair.
He noticed a ketchup spot and despaired.
In despair, he tore the shirt to pieces
and stared at his wiry unclothed form in a nearby mirror.
"Who amongst even the demoniacs would sculpt such a foul thing as me! Oh woe, oh blight that is my breath! Cling no further to me and leave me hence!" he cried out.
and then he tried to tape together his shirt again with scotch tape
But the friction set him on fire.
in a panic he tore at the shirts surrounding him, desperately trying to find the XXXL
He found an oversized hawaiian shirt that seemed to fit the bill. It
just barely fit him but one or two buttons still flew off.
supreme logo
of a supreme lego
for a supreme ego.
Worse yet, it was saturated with the intoxicating smell of a Sausage and Egg Burrito El Supremo and diet coke.
Driven by his nose, Rex staggered into the street, looking for a Chez Guevara that was still serving breakfast.
supreme logo
haha, it's funny when you repeat it over and over again, just like every other "joke" on this site
"You're free to leave if you don't like it here", said a Chez Guavagina who was busy changing to the lunch menu. "It costs you nothing to keep your mouth shut."
Rex cried. "I didn't mean to be so weak!" he said with cry.
But who was this Cry person, standing next to a sobbing Rex?
yup :D
The Chez Guavagina handed Cry his order, one Sausage and Egg Burrito El Supremo and diet coke.
Cry scarfed down the breakfast, but didn't pay. Czech Guacamole was not amused.
"Don't you love me, don't you want to be proud of me, Czech?" Cry mumbled, distraught and a blend of the soggy brunch sitting in pieces on his face.
Rex mumbled angrily to himself and stomped out of the restaurant, pausing to smash Cry's face into the door jamb several times.
Hamburger Chef made his way out of the shadows.
he takes off his shirt and hes ripped.
It's a fairly nice shirt.
"Put your shirt back on!" saod
Chez Guavagina sternly, with an expression that said he would never serve any shirtless Chefs in this establishment.
CHAPTER 21
Meanwhile, on the Eastern front,
His brother was masturbating
as a part of a very special mission
to cause the Führer to
shoot juice every where
, including all over his own shirt! With his shirt soiled, he would be left with no choice but to
concentrate all the Jews into camps and make them wear striped shirts.
"This is an absolute must watch if you haven't seen it already. Pee in your pants worthy," said the Führer.
True to his word, he was concurrently peeing in his pants.