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Shaolin Ninja
The nouveaux La Rue prances in, wearing skin tight spooge-spattered neon pink spandex leggins and moccasins to wave it's pom-poms about while tapdancing across thread after thread in a weird combinations of ersatz Fred Astaire and something hitherto only rumoured to have graced the floors of the gaudiest of San Francrisco nightclubs. Yes it's Cornholio, the Anal Avenger, friend to anime affeccionados and nightclub nancies, spawning threads akin to sagging Mr Whippy's in a vain attempt to secure love and affection from his fellow man, securing only the finest of intellectual rapings while getting kicked about the board like a deflated football. Yes, Cornholio, with delusions of grandeur and chocolate hued anal mousse, topped off with generous helpings of whipped choad, back to save the day amid howls of derision so loud and violent, that even now, governments of the world are hurriedly pushing new legislation through their parliaments and congress, not to protect the masses, but to demonstrate their undying hatred and disgust (as told by Corn himself).
Sound incredible? Well, yes actually, although we only really left the rails for the legislation/hatred bit. Truth to tell, Corn (the amateur anal appreciator) is but one more in a long line of self-glorified gimps, too busy tongueing at the colon end of life to realise his own has been rendered so unusable through endless confrontation with his betters (ie: everyone) that only the sturdiest of colostomy bags can save him from complete colonic collapse. Too filled with his own self importance to realise he has been 0wnered, socked, cocked and one pus-dripping barrel. But loving every minute of the pounding administered to the quivering carcass he calls his Tockley Temple, be soldiers on, slavering profusely in obscene displays of ultimate abandon and gaydom, always certain that he, Cornholio, is fighting the Good Fight, as wave after wave of blows and kicks cave in what is left of his immaculately coiffed head and groin. El Fin!
Sound incredible? Well, yes actually, although we only really left the rails for the legislation/hatred bit. Truth to tell, Corn (the amateur anal appreciator) is but one more in a long line of self-glorified gimps, too busy tongueing at the colon end of life to realise his own has been rendered so unusable through endless confrontation with his betters (ie: everyone) that only the sturdiest of colostomy bags can save him from complete colonic collapse. Too filled with his own self importance to realise he has been 0wnered, socked, cocked and one pus-dripping barrel. But loving every minute of the pounding administered to the quivering carcass he calls his Tockley Temple, be soldiers on, slavering profusely in obscene displays of ultimate abandon and gaydom, always certain that he, Cornholio, is fighting the Good Fight, as wave after wave of blows and kicks cave in what is left of his immaculately coiffed head and groin. El Fin!
