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Tiny Bobby & Cindy continued their body tour

  • Tiny Bobby & Cindy continued their body tour down the abdomen & into the crotch. Here they met a little man. "Who're you?" "I'm the Scrotum Factotum!" The Scrotum Factotum told 'em
  • you gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em. Tiny Bobby & Cindy listened to Scrotum Factotum quietly, still in the dark. They continued the tour & met rapper Epi-Diddy.
  • I shuddered as the drugs filled my system. Electric shock. Epi-Diddy needs to lemme know where these are from. I need a new supplier. Lily pads and blood enter my vision.
  • I let the blood pool and then I guide my third eye to "walk" across the lily pads. Once I get to the other side of my mind I gather a bunch of the blood splattered lily pads & lash
  • them into a raft. The journey back is always more pleasant. I often think about how many stars it would take to make a constellation out of me, not just my shape, but my exploits.
  • I began to count: One. Two. Three. Four. Five... The next thing I knew, I was waking up, alone on the wet sand of a tiny island. The raft bobbed forlornly in a small cove. It was
  • afternoon and the air tasted like Fairy Floss. The sky was pinkening and my hands were turning into cereal boxes. I looked up to see a duck standing in front of me, head cocked,
  • "Hold on!" Penelope interrupted. "This sounds like an episode of Family Guy--the one where Stewie and Brian eat the mushrooms Meg got from Quagmire...remember?" The sky turned blue
  • -black and the great eye of Shiva opened within it. "I must have missed that one," said a giant voice with an unconvincing east Indian accent. Penelope was flabbergasted that any
  • body, with an unconvincing east Indian accent, would NOT know the names of the Five Mantras—a Philadelphia Doo Wop group from the late Fifties—but the giant voice went silent.
Started
2014-11-05 20:53:13
Finished
2019-02-11 23:25:01

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