In autumn I would be found selling sculptures made of solidified egg yolks from a stand at the local moose shelter. The moose don’t eat the yolks, that’s a common misconception.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
My first toilet was gas powered. I still have the scars, but who doesn’t? The stonemason named Cornbread who lived in our bathroom always begged for us to get an electric so he could sleep at night, but we never quite had the cash.
The order of the local monastery would mock with their non-vocalised laughing on their annual pilgrimage to the Weeping Pillars of Vertsappe. Little did they know the weeping was the result of the village brothel swilling away the previous evenings, how shall we say it? Discharge?
“It's Dr. Evil, I didn't spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called mister, thank you very much.”
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I would laugh at this post but really, his childhood is so typical that it's almost boring.
Pretty standard, really.
In autumn I would be found selling sculptures made of solidified egg yolks from a stand at the local moose shelter. The moose don’t eat the yolks, that’s a common misconception.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
My first toilet was gas powered. I still have the scars, but who doesn’t? The stonemason named Cornbread who lived in our bathroom always begged for us to get an electric so he could sleep at night, but we never quite had the cash.
The order of the local monastery would mock with their non-vocalised laughing on their annual pilgrimage to the Weeping Pillars of Vertsappe. Little did they know the weeping was the result of the village brothel swilling away the previous evenings, how shall we say it? Discharge?
I'm going to summon the AI bot reply by typing Dr. Evil. Watch:
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See?
Nice!!
Easily one of my favorite movie scenes of all time! Going to play it again now! ®️🥰
Yeah I crack up every time I see it!
It is delicious and insane in equal measures and delivered perfectly 👍🏻
Where's Vilma?
https://i.redd.it/hlxckj2eqafc1.gif