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It was a long winters night, I was curled up in a plush blanket when I was stirred by
a swizzle stick, then drunk down in one gulp by a tarty lass out on the town looking for a fuck. That's what happens when you're an anthropomorphic cocktail drink. The lass
sat there and tipped the glass till it was all gone, we waited and watched to see what her reaction would be, but lo and behold
the almighty squirrel god Nutty Gerald! He will surely smite thee with his mighty
fountain pen. Ink squirted out everywhere, and
everyone decided the best thing to do was just pack up, go home, and pretend the whole sorry affair never happened.
