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Once upon a time there was a young girl who

  • Once upon a time there was a young girl who lived with her pet turtle. She loved her pet turtle more than anything else in the world. She was lucky because her pet turtle could
  • placed on her head as a darling pill box. Some commented that a live turtle was not in fashion this year but she didn't care. Soon, everyone was wearing live reptile accessories.
  • Crocs became too literal for comfort. But she didn't scale it back because she was thick-skinned. One day she even wore a leopard-skin coat composed of live leopards, as well as
  • panties made from a live platypus and a living sloth for her "cool eighties belt." She smelled like shit. I think she was trying to cover up the incredible, eye-watering stink from
  • her anus, given that she hadn't had a chance to shower since she worked ten-hour shifts. Up in the morning in time to get there, back home just in time to get some shut-eye. Work
  • and no play makes Jill a dank dame. And that she was. But Walt from accounting wasn't put off by her smell since he suffered from Anosmia. His erotic paperclip sculpture collection
  • couldn't handle the rhythmic jerking of their bodies against it, so Walt told Jill that he had to stop. He stretched back into his clothes, and left, leaving her a sobbing mess on
  • the carpet. After Jill had calmed down and blown her nose she vowed never again to fall for a man as stretchy as Walt. In her mind elasticity now equalled unreliability and nothing
  • but a firm, stiff man would do. Jill didn't have to look for long. They seemed to be everywhere, in fact. The stiffer, the better.
  • The saloon doors swung open. The sun outlined the largest, stiffest man Jill had ever seen. He swaggered in, threw Jill over his meaty shoulder, & they rode off into the sunset.

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