Unicorns gathered on the banks of the stream

Unicorns gathered on the banks of the stream surrounded by flutters of fairies and wood folk. A misty dusk subdued them as the current pulled the burning infant elf king's funerary

in a make-shift raft fashioned from a salvaged Red Ryder wagon. The smell of popcorn and toasting marshmallows lightened the mood as the little imps attempted to make s'mores and

swallow weiners. The Red Ryder raft sailed down the

Ivory Coast which was full of these swallow weiners. They were like swallows, only longer and skinnier. So I took out my blow gun and aimed it at the captain, he raised his fist

as if he actually had the guts to hit me. He was such a coward that he wasn't even worth my attention. I turned back to the weiners, ignoring the captain's shouts.

And started licking them one by one as my husband took pictures for the website. NOW we'll get into that country club he exclaimed! Old man Smith's asian bride has NOTHING on you!

was going to show her once and for all who could suck the most chrome. I was going far beyond a mere trailer hitch. I was going full bumper. I viewed the lucky Chevy on the web and

made the usual smalltalk. "My what big tailfins you have! I bet you've got a tuned engine under that chassis." The Chevy promptly popped his hood. Chevychat was

not the hero you think he is, and this is hardly the last of our meetings. He continued to sodomize me for weeks, and THAT, your honor, is why Racer Chevychat belongs in JAIL!"