His bus was late. Bored, Geofry licked his

His bus was late. Bored, Geofry licked his palms and approached the Forshay Tower. With subtle suction, he slowly crawled up the side. By the sixth floor, he realized that
the floor was occupied by a posse of nudists, unknown to those without the capacity to peek in upper levels. With a shriek of surprise, the lanky fellow
realized that his wife was among the PETA activists and more shockingly still she'd shaved "down there"!
Why did she shave for PETA but not for him?!! Was he not worthy enough? Was it because of his insistence in eating cows and chickens and deers? He wanted a shaved p***y!
As he sat there, fuming impotently, the cat in question padded up next to him and laid its bald head on his foot. His rage began to abate. He made a mental note to look up
feline follicle pharmacies when he could find a minute, but for now
he'd have to settle for mephitis mammary market. He was constructing a Frankenstein super-animal. A giant quivering beast composed of the rags of the animal world and
various multi-colored sweaters. He would name this Frankenstein, this evil genious compound animal "Rags" and take it to dance clubs. "Its a squirrel-blackbird-pony-
crocodile-octopus, and it only violates a few laws of nature!" Unfortunately, that was a few too many for Detective James Manatee. Pulling out his signature Stained Glass RPG, he
blasted the ink-shooting violator all the way back to the Mesozoic Era. "It looks like Crocto-Pussy fought the laws," Manatee reflected, blowing smoke, "and the laws won."

Started: 2011-05-13 01:51:41
Finished: 2011-07-07 19:48:42

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