I had just gotten over my fear of mickey

I had just gotten over my fear of mickey mouse, when

they constructed a Disney theme park in my backyard. I tried to protest but the contractor mumbled something about "manifest destiny." To get to the garage, I had to buy a ticket.

strange RV parked in front of my house. I jammed the hedge clippers into the side of the RV, ripping the siding. The door banged open, in a greasy bathrobe stood Uncle

Merve the Perve. We called him that as he used to be a priest but was kicked out of the church due to habit of 'man handling' choir boys. Uncle Merve was also a member of Man Boy L

overs Anonymous and was the president of the local MBLA chapter, in fact. Disgusting was what he really was and we hated inviting him over for family dinners,but mom said we had to

because of her promise to the Druids. "They'll kill me if we don't." That would have been fine with me. Heck, my reactionary family hated me anyways, as a foreign-born adoptee. If

There were any questions about legitemacy, Dr. Ahhdfvjgbjy could answer them. So I called him and forgot it was midnight. "How dare you call me now. Don't you wear a watch!" I was

was about to say "yes, I do wear a watch" while pointing my arm towards the phone to show it when I noticed my watch was not there. I was relieved that the phone had not shown my

last sext to my ex. It was a shot of me and a prostitute. Grabbing the phone to make sure it was deleted, I noticed that the hooker was wearing my watch. So not worth it!