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He had chosen unwisely and sank his fangs into a junkie. Now totally stoned, the vampire
snorted some crank and then hung upside-down on a traffic signal without turning into a bat.
Last week he became a cricket bat for two days, and it was terrible. No one oiled him, and he couldn't eat.Luckily it wore off. On a previous occasion he'd been a ping pong bat, but that only lasted a few hours. His real worry was that he would change
his underwear more often, please.
Out of extreme sheer embarrassment, he became a small blob of sago pudding and was gobbled up by his dog.
Too bad he couldn't get a girlfriend and experience the wonders of mutual human oral pleasures.
JanW
zomnoth
The Bishop of Southwark
Vern Acula
