Place in the appropriate scene. This could be a fun game.
Janet: I was feeling done in, couldn’t win.
I had only ever fucked before
Columbia and Magenta: you mean she’s a… complete and total whore.
Janet:I thought there’s no use gutting
Into huvvy fucking (we pretended to be Dr. Scott)
It only leads to trouble
And seat wetting.
…Fist-a fist-a fist-a fuck me, I want to be slutty, screw me chew me barbecue me, creature of the night…
(Same song) Magenta and Columbia: Fist-a fist-a fist-a fuck me, I want to be a lezzie, etc…
etc…
Earlier
Boom, pow faggot boxing. (you have to see it.)
Make me cum in your eye and fan it.
Let’s go fuck the man in the casket.
Baaaaaa! (Hint: Superheroes)
Remember Sue Blane (credits)
It’s your fault, your to blame.
Frank: …
Us: No, Sue’s to Blane, she made the costumes.
Look, it’s Scooby Doo, stoned again.
Look’s like your both fucking Goofy (and Donald Too!)
Or your left tit!
We’ll just say where we are and go fuck in the car, but we both want to fuck Tim Curry.
Janet, shake those condoms out of your hair!
Bok, Bok, Bok, Bgok. Looks like she would make Colonel Sanders Proud.
The man has no neck!
No neck, describe your balls.
Heavy, black and pendulous.
Is it true that you also fuck dead chickens?
It’s true also.
Windshield wipers on acid, pot, heroin, beer, etc…
There are many many more.
HUGS!
Sqrl