Something I did last night
Last night I had sex with one of the 17 women I have fucked before, with my cock of 7 inches
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The Wild-Wally theory is a combination of theories which add up to create another theory, so named.
It is the idea that Jordan Wild and Sandy Metwally receive an increase in sexiness of exactly 15% every day. This will eventually reach the point where the accumulation of all the percentages make a number which is impossible to determine.
This is increased by 90% on the day that either Jordan's coat or Sandy's shoes are worn by the invididual. They cannot both be worn on the same day, however, as the total percentage would reach over 100% and cause the appocalypse.
Person 1: OH MY GOD LOOK HOW SEXY THOSE PEOPLE ARE!
Person 2 : It's Jordan and Sandy, haven't you heard of the Wild-Wally Theory
Person 3: A OWL
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"Can I have a bite out of your Wild bologna pony?"
OR
"Ohh.. take me for a ride on that Wild Bologna Pony."
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A putrid aroma, a foul stench.
1 "you smell the turnip greens cookin'?"
2 "yeah, smells just like wild ox farts"
1 "yeah, and you'll be lettin' some wild ox farts after eatin' 'em too"
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The hippies should all go out and pick some nice "organic" almonds out in the forest. They should eat several dozen of them.
In case you don't get it, almonds that aren't domesticated contain cyanide.
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when you've killed all but one of your enemy's units (in a RTS game) and the last of the enemy's units is roaching around, possibly in your base killing your workers, until your enemy sees that you've sent your entire army at his last unit and consequently runs his last unit around the map, leading your 50 unit army on a wild goose chase for 30 minutes until he abruptly resigns when your army closes in on his unit.
OMG, I thought I won the game, but his last light cavalry was harassing my economy and I had to send my entire army to lead a wild goose chase after that last light cavalry unit for 30 minutes - and then that bastard resigned just when his light cavalry fell into my ambush.
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wheres scott?, at home wackin his wild willawanna bean.
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