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Bluto Vs. Popeye

(Based on the cartoon) I asked Olive Oyl out a thousand times but she always said no. I'm a big fat bully and my name is Bluto. When it comes to Popeye, I can't remember the countless fights I picked. He kept eating that damn spinach and I always got my ___ kicked. When I fight Popeye, I usually get the worst. But yesterday I managed to get to the spinach first. When I ate it, I was going to beat on Popeye and I wasn't going to stop. But one punch from me was all it took to make that mama's boy drop. I just got Olive to agree to go out with me after a thousand tries. Popeye may be tough when he eats spinach but without it, he's a wuss who cries.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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