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Sally was a regular at the local George Foreman Grill repairshop. Who knows what she would cook in that thing! They're not designed to squash bat testicles or
awkwardly scrape fluff out of my hairy crack. If I do both consecutively, I get an interesting blend of
coffee and rectal glands
splattered across the wet rump of a dipped sheep. Well, I'll lick out anything with a pulse and the wool kept my ears warm... it was a win win situation...
but that's not as good as it sounds. Win win was a clumsy chinese man who managed to fuck up everything he ever did. A win win situation in this case meant that the situation was completely fucked. Win win, meanwhile, decided to kill himself.
He was sure he shudnt've got out of bed this morning
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