Three-word story
Posted by faunablues on Sep 28, 2009 · Member since Aug 2003 · 9655 posts
Last time, this went straight to the gutter early on, so I cut to the chase and just started it here :)
Rules:
add three words (only!) to continue the story
wait at least for one other person's post
Copy/paste entire story in your post
do contractions count as one word or two words? Dunno.
I'll start:
It was a
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids.
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiousity
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiousity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard flavored dingleberries instead.
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard flavored dingleberries instead. Ironically, they tasted
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard flavored dingleberries instead. Ironically, they tasted like ketchup and
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard flavored dingleberries instead. Ironically, they tasted like ketchup and fermented bile matter.
It was a strong, burly arm that grabbed my Diva cup. I gushed with excitement as the gargantuan fingers caressed my left temple, and poked my eye ever so lovingly. My orgasm was the most explosive explosion since the time my teacher taught the periodic mating rituals of crumple-horned snorckacks. That lesson taught my boyfriend how to crumple his gonads while hiding chocolates in his scrotum, and tickle the underside of the belly of a rabid platypus. But one day my gynecologist called. Apparently, my vaginal wall is also leaking some kind of jizzy substance from the rabies. So, I plugged in my butt toothbrush and started to remove the dried flaky, moldy bits. However, there was a lot of congealed poop on the oscillating crank of the first Oktoberfest. I don't want to go into it, but I'm going to.
That arm belonged out of vaginas, so it grabbed for the nearest mic and began singing with its fellow appendages. The fully formed penis busted my bladder with brute force. I gasped as it penetrated my vocal cord, and cried out, "The hell with this!" It was then apparent that I had birthed a rare breed of intra-vaginal pterodactyls. They swarmed my uterus with numerous loud ukulele playing anchovies. I was under the impression that these things would leave sooner or but apparently I had contracted a stain of Ebola mixed with Gonoherpasyphilaids. The flying monkeys gave me pineapples that were contaminated with penis germs.
I was warned not to eat tempting pubic crabs for fear of them eating my spleen, but curiosity always makes me unbelievably ravenous for tasty genital insects. When I had the munchies last night, I reached for the mustard flavored dingleberries instead. Ironically, they tasted like ketchup and fermented bile matter. I quickly spit petri dishes
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