Daniel Vinhas

  When he removed his throbbing quim dagger from my fart valve, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to consume the toilet twinkie off his one-eyed monster. The raiding of my old dirt road was so vigorous, he soon found his wrecking balls joining his skin flute deep in my poop chute. I can't wait to chow down on the steamin' semen from his sperminator. Inserting an egg timer into my stench trench got me spouting beige slime faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My slime hole was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. Bender, this is Fry's decision… and he made it wrong. So it's time for us to interfere in his life.   If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. I can explain. It's very valuable. And from now on you're all named Bender Jr. And I'm his fr