My tongue ripped off as I pulled my mouth

My tongue ripped off as I pulled my mouth away from the icy pole. One of my friends fainted. This was no longer just a game. The tongue started to turn white as the ice enveloped
it. "In the game of frostbite, you win... or you lose all your extremities. There is no middle ground" my doctor used to say. What a quack. I turned back to my disembodied tongue &
ate it. I needed food to keep my energy up. The wreckage of the plane was already half-buried by the arctic storm.
In the distance I heard the yelps of huskies and presently a sleigh came by driven by Benedict Cumberbatch dressed as the White Witch. I fell to my knees & putting my head on his s
hoes. Oh lord, how great it felt. It was smooth, sleek and clean. I rubbed my cheek against his shoe, completely forgetting that he was looking down at me. I stared up towards him,
and saw the hole in the crotch of his pants. OMG! He was wearing lacy women's panties! Embarrassed, I returned to caressing his shoe. I had to think fast. I had to get out of this
position. My legs were falling asleep. I shifted my weight slightly, but a little too quickly. I toppled over sideways. He stood up and reached to help pull me up, showing off his
superior strength. "Get yourself together!" I repeated in my head, over and over again. I would not let him win this time, no matter how painful it would be. "You ok, solider?" he
shouted in my ear. "Yes, sir!" I said loud enough to blow down the barracks. "We are here and were are now and this is how!" But the Cosmos, I wanted to say to Sarge ... I looked i
n the hamper. Never look in an army barrack's laundry hamper. It was backed so full of brassieres, it was like a can of wacky humor snakes! KABLOOIE!

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Finished: 2014-05-25 11:46:29

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