Puro Loli nonsense

Encontrei isto, pelos vistos é uma adaptação de algo original que já se chamava I like Loli!!!

Enfim tem montes de piada por isso vale a pena ler

I LIKE LOLI
I like loli.

The kindergarten was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like loli.

I took my 200 loli home. I have a big car. I let one drive. Her
name was Anna. She was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept touching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they touched my genitals. I came.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, call for the police screaming
"HELP, PEDOPHILE!" and slam into the window. Although humorous at
first, the spectacle lost its fapness halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the loli were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap loli.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead loli lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 sex dolls.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. She got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet loli and 199 dead, dry loli.

I tried pretending that they were just blow-up dolls. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead loli in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two loli at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet loli in my toilet, two dead, frozen loli in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred loli in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my loli and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my loli. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred infants. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I touched them in
the genitals.

I like loli.