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found, disappointingly, inedible.
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Sue looked for someone who could be happy selling sex toys. Unfortunately, her husband was a prude. So she went to the mall in her beemer just to get a bowling ball. No one knew what the bowling ball was for. She also bought the most expensive silk scarf that matched her handcuffs.
On a whim, she decided to post a poll. The poll measured the size of ego's on Lit. The results were totally mindblowingly weird. It turns out to be meaningless. So Sue goes completely nuts and writes a letter--the letter 'P'.
'P' is for Perdita, who then magically appeared, waving and jumping for joy because, she had just had the most incredible burrito, which she thought looked like her first husband's nose, except that it was longer.
Sue thinks that the bowling ball might fit into her loose wet pussy. But then she realized that the red flag waving outside her window was a disposable item snagged on a man's hard throbbing erect middle finger as he waved to someone named Ernie who was also well known as a boring twat. (Nice one Perdita.)
Sue waved back while exposing her tiny little chihuahua named Mr. Winkle. Ernie left and tongue wagged, dripping sticky, smelly saliva onto the sidewalk where innocent people became glued to the riveting sight of something slippery, like liquid latex, just outside their front door. Then Mr. Winkle jumped on the nearest innocent by stander and began humping like never before.
His eyes rolled, her legs stretched, his arse tightened because he needed oxygen to revive his little monkey. Her embarrassment at the size of that microscopic, hardly visible tuft of hair. Five centimeters? Yikes. He suddenly exploded, for no reason, and the whole crowd of people were covered with slimy sticky goo that really stunk.
Or was it maybe just a really bad fart? A very brown, little tiny pooh? Or was it a tasteless joke that nobody really gave a damn about? Somebody screamed, curious they were, look out she's got a gnu! Well who knew? The zoo knew, of new gnu, who was blue. But no gnus is good gnus.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Said Norman Bates. Was going to axe you something, but forgot about your mama.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the horses were taking showers with the dead wombats.
"Damn" shouted Dusty Bottoms, the old ranch cook.
He used to chew tobaccy and raise purebred wombats, until he had a nasty little episode with one very horny bugger from Deliverance. It left him very sore and severly crippled for days. But then he resumed buggering his life partner. Another ranch hand wanted sloppy seconds and mounted the life partner and started humping like a maniac until a wombat appeared, with cohort Shereads, and they started playing the banjo until the wombat suddenly began licking Shereads on her enormous cleavage.
Then out of nowhere, the tooth-fairy came prematurely! But then, she was overdue at the dentist who was always eyeing her cleavage while picking his nose and sometimes her nose too. Unfortunately he usually forgot to wash his hands, causing his instruments to grow strange fungus-like primitive tribe civilizations with very small elbows and hardly any hair but the most impressive tits, and moral rectitude. Did they actually love having their ears stroked and also their elbows? Not sure, but wombats do! In a galaxy of like-minded midgets on broomsticks waving their huge, ultra soft, inviting mid-sections to the tune of "Lady of Spain.
Meanwhile, back at the dentists office Charlie Sheen said, "Ouch! That hurt!" Charlie grabbed his ever expandable inflatable Carmen Elektra doll and gave it such a squeeze that the doll, its eyes nearly closed in lust. Its legs wide open, waiting for Godot, blew up! Godot, however, was on the bench somewhere in Tijuana with a puta the size of, Yo Mama!, and her pussy like a goddess, but really wet!
"Wake up, Sleepyhead!" whispered Marvin, the paranoid android who was hung like a bloody paranoid android, (go figure
) which is big, very very big. So big it's almost like a watermelon. It seemed red and fleshy, purple pulsating like something from a disco nightmare. The kind where everybody wants to handcuff you to John Travolta, only this time, everything was lubed.
KY Jelly was found disapointingly inedible.
...Marvin and Sue
On a whim, she decided to post a poll. The poll measured the size of ego's on Lit. The results were totally mindblowingly weird. It turns out to be meaningless. So Sue goes completely nuts and writes a letter--the letter 'P'.
'P' is for Perdita, who then magically appeared, waving and jumping for joy because, she had just had the most incredible burrito, which she thought looked like her first husband's nose, except that it was longer.
Sue thinks that the bowling ball might fit into her loose wet pussy. But then she realized that the red flag waving outside her window was a disposable item snagged on a man's hard throbbing erect middle finger as he waved to someone named Ernie who was also well known as a boring twat. (Nice one Perdita.)
Sue waved back while exposing her tiny little chihuahua named Mr. Winkle. Ernie left and tongue wagged, dripping sticky, smelly saliva onto the sidewalk where innocent people became glued to the riveting sight of something slippery, like liquid latex, just outside their front door. Then Mr. Winkle jumped on the nearest innocent by stander and began humping like never before.
His eyes rolled, her legs stretched, his arse tightened because he needed oxygen to revive his little monkey. Her embarrassment at the size of that microscopic, hardly visible tuft of hair. Five centimeters? Yikes. He suddenly exploded, for no reason, and the whole crowd of people were covered with slimy sticky goo that really stunk.
Or was it maybe just a really bad fart? A very brown, little tiny pooh? Or was it a tasteless joke that nobody really gave a damn about? Somebody screamed, curious they were, look out she's got a gnu! Well who knew? The zoo knew, of new gnu, who was blue. But no gnus is good gnus.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." Said Norman Bates. Was going to axe you something, but forgot about your mama.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the horses were taking showers with the dead wombats.
"Damn" shouted Dusty Bottoms, the old ranch cook.
He used to chew tobaccy and raise purebred wombats, until he had a nasty little episode with one very horny bugger from Deliverance. It left him very sore and severly crippled for days. But then he resumed buggering his life partner. Another ranch hand wanted sloppy seconds and mounted the life partner and started humping like a maniac until a wombat appeared, with cohort Shereads, and they started playing the banjo until the wombat suddenly began licking Shereads on her enormous cleavage.
Then out of nowhere, the tooth-fairy came prematurely! But then, she was overdue at the dentist who was always eyeing her cleavage while picking his nose and sometimes her nose too. Unfortunately he usually forgot to wash his hands, causing his instruments to grow strange fungus-like primitive tribe civilizations with very small elbows and hardly any hair but the most impressive tits, and moral rectitude. Did they actually love having their ears stroked and also their elbows? Not sure, but wombats do! In a galaxy of like-minded midgets on broomsticks waving their huge, ultra soft, inviting mid-sections to the tune of "Lady of Spain.
Meanwhile, back at the dentists office Charlie Sheen said, "Ouch! That hurt!" Charlie grabbed his ever expandable inflatable Carmen Elektra doll and gave it such a squeeze that the doll, its eyes nearly closed in lust. Its legs wide open, waiting for Godot, blew up! Godot, however, was on the bench somewhere in Tijuana with a puta the size of, Yo Mama!, and her pussy like a goddess, but really wet!
"Wake up, Sleepyhead!" whispered Marvin, the paranoid android who was hung like a bloody paranoid android, (go figure
) which is big, very very big. So big it's almost like a watermelon. It seemed red and fleshy, purple pulsating like something from a disco nightmare. The kind where everybody wants to handcuff you to John Travolta, only this time, everything was lubed.KY Jelly was found disapointingly inedible.
...Marvin and Sue
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genitals before deciding
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"Should we try
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to stick your
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I will munch?"
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and Sue moans
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big nasty beast!"
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stop his movements
