...the diagrams in The Complete Guide For Vacuum Bakers & Refillers.
He also enjoyed making them march around the shack until most of them had dropped dead, then hanging the corpses from the trees and watching them
twist in the wind. Then he would throw them to the crows and vultures.
However, this revenge not being enough for the spiteful hermit, he would then proceed to torture the surviving doughnuts in ways that are far too
grotesque to be described at a website approved by the Concerned Parents of the World (CONPAREWO). Color photographs of this can be seen elsewhere.
Another game involved arranging the donuts in random order and then closing his eyes to see which one he would eat next. He really like this game
since he got the best of both worlds from it. He got to eat the donuts, and pass the time while he waited for his fishing buddy to return from his
Where was his fishing buddy? Ed had been gone for days and the donuts were starting to get old. Then he saw it...Ed's fishing pole was still in the
corner! Now were did Ed actually go off to? He couldn't have gone fishing since he didn't take his equipment. That was when he noticed that......
there was a bloody hankerchef by the tackle box!!!!
But, but Ed never left without his Hanky....As the hermit
look around in despiration, his breath heavy with rage...No
this was beyond rage. For the Hermit knew that only one man
had would do this. His name is......
All hell broke loose and before there eyes stood David Hasselhoff along with Christopher Reeves. Both men were ready to battle it out to the end in a
classic game of Yu-Gi-Oh. The hermit thought, he knew that they were too much to handle for any single man...so the Hermit and Josh Ira Durmow teamed
temporarily to defeat the dynamic duo. The cards were dealt........
...No Place, the only place in the universe that was nowhere and everywhere (at the same time).
This was bad, no matter how you looked at it. Josh Ira knew there was only one thing to do: take out his Iridium multidimensional triple-celluphone,
call his friend John Titor, the time-travelologist, and ask for help...
they began to fall and fall and fall and fall, spiralling, twisting, falling, down and down they went, further and further, until they landed with a
plop onto a shiny, stinky...............................
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