Phyre
07-09-2004, 07:14 PM
Now that I know we can submit in parts, I'll see how successful this looks and decide on posting all of this sick, disgusting atrocity, feel free to comment so far...
WARNING : THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS EXTREME CRUDE AND DISGUSTING SEXUAL PRACTICES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (yeah, and it's written by Sniper, too :P)
Phyre Presents...
Apache_Longbow
and
Wesforce
Starring in...
[O' BROTHEL, WHERE ART THOU]
[CHAPTOR WUN: SLAG!]
Lady Wesforce woke up with a start. Possibly because her alarm clock had just started ringing, possibly because ApacheLongbow had just jumped on top of the inflatable sheep in the bed next to her, causing it to explode loudly.
“DOLLY! You were the only sheep for me,” he ejaculated, he then ejaculated again, because though dead, Dolly was still a very, very sexy inflatable sheep.
“Come again?” Wesforce called over her shoulder
“Oh God, Wes… not AGAIN!” Apache called back, exasperatedly.
“I mean what happened, nube”
“Oh…Dolly…um…died” Apache cried, falling onto his bed dejectedly, looking around for some panties, ready for a days wear.
“I’ll be sleeping with one eye open,” Wesforce smiled, getting up, putting on her day-to-day black leather jacket, a white t-shirt and jeans and cramming them full of weapons.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” replied Apache, selecting a yellow thong and pulling it on delicately, followed by pink hot pants and a white boob tube adorning the subtle text across the breasts ‘SLAG!’
“Without Dolly around, any uncovered orifice is liable to be…so what’re you up to today?”
“Well, there’s a haggis-fest up at the park… I’ll probably head off to that and try to score some haggis” Apache said, jumping up and down upon his bed, hoping to achieve a back flip, but only achieving a black eye and a broken bed.
As he pulled himself from the wreckage of his week-old bed, Apache looked out of the window. To his surprise, he saw a large, beefy man wearing a kilt over French maid’s outfit. Before either ‘man’ could move a muscle, Lady Wesforce had pulled a gun on the beefy Scottish shemale and fired. Her aim was true, it screamed
“You should wear women’s clothing, you poof!” as it sailed past Apache embedding itself into the wall beside him. She fired again, this time hitting Scot-Person directly in the face. He slumped to the ground humorously. She pulled some chewing gum from her waist, offering some to Apache and staring at the humorously slumping corpse…
“Have some of this new Pepsi gum… and that’s a pretty humorous slum, there,” she said slowly
“Is that Pepsi chewing gum, or bubble gum?” Apache replied cautiously, trying hard not to laugh at the humorously slumping corpse.
“Both. Now shut up and drag that dead body in,” she moaned sexually
“Wow, the writer really is running out of adjectives…” Apache replied piteously as he walked through the front door to retrieve the corpse.
WARNING : THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS EXTREME CRUDE AND DISGUSTING SEXUAL PRACTICES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (yeah, and it's written by Sniper, too :P)
Phyre Presents...
Apache_Longbow
and
Wesforce
Starring in...
[O' BROTHEL, WHERE ART THOU]
[CHAPTOR WUN: SLAG!]
Lady Wesforce woke up with a start. Possibly because her alarm clock had just started ringing, possibly because ApacheLongbow had just jumped on top of the inflatable sheep in the bed next to her, causing it to explode loudly.
“DOLLY! You were the only sheep for me,” he ejaculated, he then ejaculated again, because though dead, Dolly was still a very, very sexy inflatable sheep.
“Come again?” Wesforce called over her shoulder
“Oh God, Wes… not AGAIN!” Apache called back, exasperatedly.
“I mean what happened, nube”
“Oh…Dolly…um…died” Apache cried, falling onto his bed dejectedly, looking around for some panties, ready for a days wear.
“I’ll be sleeping with one eye open,” Wesforce smiled, getting up, putting on her day-to-day black leather jacket, a white t-shirt and jeans and cramming them full of weapons.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” replied Apache, selecting a yellow thong and pulling it on delicately, followed by pink hot pants and a white boob tube adorning the subtle text across the breasts ‘SLAG!’
“Without Dolly around, any uncovered orifice is liable to be…so what’re you up to today?”
“Well, there’s a haggis-fest up at the park… I’ll probably head off to that and try to score some haggis” Apache said, jumping up and down upon his bed, hoping to achieve a back flip, but only achieving a black eye and a broken bed.
As he pulled himself from the wreckage of his week-old bed, Apache looked out of the window. To his surprise, he saw a large, beefy man wearing a kilt over French maid’s outfit. Before either ‘man’ could move a muscle, Lady Wesforce had pulled a gun on the beefy Scottish shemale and fired. Her aim was true, it screamed
“You should wear women’s clothing, you poof!” as it sailed past Apache embedding itself into the wall beside him. She fired again, this time hitting Scot-Person directly in the face. He slumped to the ground humorously. She pulled some chewing gum from her waist, offering some to Apache and staring at the humorously slumping corpse…
“Have some of this new Pepsi gum… and that’s a pretty humorous slum, there,” she said slowly
“Is that Pepsi chewing gum, or bubble gum?” Apache replied cautiously, trying hard not to laugh at the humorously slumping corpse.
“Both. Now shut up and drag that dead body in,” she moaned sexually
“Wow, the writer really is running out of adjectives…” Apache replied piteously as he walked through the front door to retrieve the corpse.