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part 1
Long, long ago (not quite as far back as when Wodin was born), rsnoble laid under the covers of his bed vigorously stroking and fondling his disfigured, yet nearly full sized puppy. With thoughts of Nathan prancing in his head, he was tempted to call bikinimom to find out if he was gay. Meanwhile, half way across the country, Curling sat on his riding mower cutting the dead grass while listening to a freshly burnt disc from VinalGroover. As the mower took the heads clean of the top of the mushrooms his daughter had planted in the yard (she wasn’t such a good girl after all), he was reminded of AAP and his explorations…of the world.
As storm clouds began to enter the sky, Massive Guns sat by his fax machine awaiting his paperbol and paperstrol order that he had purchased from Hulkster. Hulkster had assured him that he would be getting the fax before nightfall. Once the rain began to fall, Distanced tripped on his ego in the gym and immediately contacted Citruscide to begin building the case that would make him as wealthy as MattSkywalker.
Velvet sat in the rain crying as an amazon river at the news of Natty’s accident. Natty had never thought faking a broken bone would mean that his sheet would get switched and he would castrated. It made it easier that Ceebswas there to comfort him, but most in the country of Elite found it to be more funny than sad. Pastor Spellwin rushed to the hospital to pray upon Natty, but it was to late. He had been smothered by flexed’s enormous choad and died.
Martha Stewert stood in his sewing room making a new dress for that evening’s ‘cross dressers anonymous’ when he remembered that the day prior he had forgotten to call Ranger to inform him that he was unable to fix his shoot pack and that he shouldn’t go on that evenings jump. oh well, he thought to himself, more preoccupied with thoughts of the weekends EF mud wrestling contest.
To Be Continued
Long, long ago (not quite as far back as when Wodin was born), rsnoble laid under the covers of his bed vigorously stroking and fondling his disfigured, yet nearly full sized puppy. With thoughts of Nathan prancing in his head, he was tempted to call bikinimom to find out if he was gay. Meanwhile, half way across the country, Curling sat on his riding mower cutting the dead grass while listening to a freshly burnt disc from VinalGroover. As the mower took the heads clean of the top of the mushrooms his daughter had planted in the yard (she wasn’t such a good girl after all), he was reminded of AAP and his explorations…of the world.
As storm clouds began to enter the sky, Massive Guns sat by his fax machine awaiting his paperbol and paperstrol order that he had purchased from Hulkster. Hulkster had assured him that he would be getting the fax before nightfall. Once the rain began to fall, Distanced tripped on his ego in the gym and immediately contacted Citruscide to begin building the case that would make him as wealthy as MattSkywalker.
Velvet sat in the rain crying as an amazon river at the news of Natty’s accident. Natty had never thought faking a broken bone would mean that his sheet would get switched and he would castrated. It made it easier that Ceebswas there to comfort him, but most in the country of Elite found it to be more funny than sad. Pastor Spellwin rushed to the hospital to pray upon Natty, but it was to late. He had been smothered by flexed’s enormous choad and died.
Martha Stewert stood in his sewing room making a new dress for that evening’s ‘cross dressers anonymous’ when he remembered that the day prior he had forgotten to call Ranger to inform him that he was unable to fix his shoot pack and that he shouldn’t go on that evenings jump. oh well, he thought to himself, more preoccupied with thoughts of the weekends EF mud wrestling contest.
To Be Continued
