Saturday, December 06, 2008
♥ 12:46 AM
OH MY GOD, SOMEONE HAS THIS DYSFUNCTIONAL DRABBLE MACHINE THAT PRODUCED
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Oh-so-racistly Trippingkim ong tripped along huskily. He was on his way to meet his lover, joey, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a pony hopping along, carrying a linseed oil in its mouth.
kim ong was almost dangling off the sun when he came across a war-like cake, lying alone on an exuberantlygay plate. "That must be a treat from my spiffy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked aloof, so he ate it.
It gave him the most dysfunctional tingling sensation in his toe. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see joey.
When joey came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" kim ong cried deadpanned.
"Your tail! And your DICK!" joey said. "They're rabid! Can't you feel it?"
kim ong felt his tail and his DICK. They were indeed quite rabid. "Oh, no!" kim ong said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that war-like cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," joey said. "I got you a condom. It must have been that OHMYGODTHAT'SDISGUSTING man who lives nearby. He acts a little aristocratically, ever since he kicked a wig."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" kim ong sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," joey said respectfully, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your tail is really exotic like that."
"Really?" kim ong dried her tears. kim ong kissed joey and it was an entirely nutritious sensation, like an overexcited art teacher bringing his girls to shop for linseed oil.
They spent the night having entirely nutritious sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
ROFLOL, grace and rachypoo did some too. grace's is by far the worst, the stuff's on her blog if you like the politically incorrect:D
