1000 Monkeys and their typewriters

It's often said that if you gave 1000 Monkeys typewriters and left them at it long enough they could write a novel. Following a little experiment i doubt it very much. This is what 6 (Obviously Very dirty minded) monkeys came up with, You know who you are. And god bless what sort of hits this is going to get.

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There once was a dirty dirty boy called Albert
McCockmaster, of the famous family of Cockmasters
who was pretty fly for a white guy.
Grasping his throbbing manhood in his meaty hand,
Albert said..."is this the way to amarillo?"

His cock throbbed like a throbbing thing. Thumping and thudding like a ship's engine in the night
He had been introduced to the girl, Can i call you shazandra he enquired?
"No," said Cly Toris, " But I love the way your knob oozes in the night"
I wish i could be the pretty girl who would be able to pump your gas for you! she exclaimed
As long as you do that, you could be a ladyboy? he said. " You really honk my horn.

Have you seen 'the crying game'?" she Said
There will be No gays or lady boys in this movie
Thanks god he thought she's into porn not horror.
"Yes darling he Says but I have an elongated clitoris. I call it...
...Boris"

She looked down at Boris underneath his throbbing manhood. Running for the door because she never had he seen a Boris like it. He screamed like a little be-atch, Ripping the bodice from her heaving bosoms, she breathed "Oh Clarence, take me! Take me now! Use me like the slut that I am! Make me squeal like a piggy" you're not fat baby, you're rubenesque" Albert Said, And Who the fuck is Clarence?
"Oh baby,It doesn't matter" he cried, as he dived between the mounds of her mammaries ...and found several small indian boys
who were running a call centre from her Bajingo. The indian boys pulled an elephant from her capacious navel.
They were trying to escape the tyranny of Appendage the Great

Meanwhile next door Cockknob McCumsplooge, the famous rodman of England stroked his love truncheon and said to Lady Geebag Clytoris...got beer/smokes?
Smoking will kill you she replied. KILL YOU. He Said, So can driving.
Ahh bollix everyone's gonna die, we need to get to the shaggin.

MY COCK! GOD BLESS IT! Exclaimed Albert,
Elspeth, the Wonder Cock was alive.
The indian boys, who had been running a call centre from the bajingo
had a proposition for Albert They asked if they could charm his snake
with a little indian girl charmer.
With this they produced strange pink flutes which they put in their mouths, blew, and wondered how long it would take for a reaction.

Suddenly, they heard a loud ticking
and John McLaine jumped in through their window
spraying broken glass everywhere
Mansmell is lovely he shouted Sorry i... "Yippy kyay motherfuckers"
not looking at anyone in particular
"I'm a combat pilot, bill - I belong in the air" He sighed
I don't know when I will be over again
it could be years and "I picked a hell of a day to quit drinking"
Why hon? Cause I have no current plans to visit? as he walked off into the sunset while finishing a wank.