Dungeons and Daddy's a rowdy, horny, violent podcasts for grownups.

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I met a teacher from a corn-filled land who said two broken wobbly legs of wood stand in a bathroom over them just as planned. Half stuck, a bloody tissue lies secured

by magnet tip and stethoscope for hand. To vast, a sculpted dump truck ass of red, which yet contrives

to fool a monstrous thing, a beast that stalks that land through pipes of lead and through the porcelain throne

These words it hears, My name is Kelsey Grammarous, Queen of Schemes.

Look on my trap, ye monster and despair.

Nothing alive remains inside the cage when blasting pistol strike.

Then we disperse and golden arches hide our swift escape.

Uh, yeah, Blake, that was me.

I told you that.

Ah, yes, yes, Kelsey.

I'm just going over the plan so I don't forget.

It is easier to remember when things rhyme.

Oh, I love that, Blake.

That's great.

Oh, thank you.

I always saw my students. You know, I actually think they do the ordering of ABC, so that rhymes, right?

They're about ABC, E-F-G.

Wait, oh, no, I forgot one. At D, Kelsey, there is a letter D in there.

ABC, D, E-F- that's how the alphabet song goes.

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