There was a man named Ted. He lived on a
- There was a man named Ted. He lived on a little hill in a little cabin in his little town. One day, he was diagnosed with lung cancer, so he decided to live life to to the fullest.
- He sprang upon an empty beer can. It was a Pabst. He toyed with the idea of making art out of it. A string of tin blue ribbons, a jagged and shining border intertwined in the fence
- highlighting his Professional Bull Rider certificate. It was a Perfectly Beautiful Reward for all his hard work. God but he was thirsty. Parched Beyond Recovery. He needed a
- (Story Pause: Oh no. I'm not gonna say it. You can't trick me! I'm gonna say Peanut Butter Rootbeer.) He needed a Peanut Butter Rootbeer. Then he'd wink at Pretty Bosomy Rita &
- she'd know what he meant. She'd wink back flirtatiously saunter into the kitchen & make him a bitchin' Peanut Butter Rootbeer float. Rita used chunky peanut butter & let him eat it
- off of her chunky thighs.Oh Rita, Rita, no one sweeta. So what if she was a little chubsters?More to love & mmmm, he loved her peanut butta betta than life itself. Better than beer
- and... more beer! I licked Rita's glorious ass, worshipping it as a god. She giggled quietly as I grabbed big handfuls of assflesh, and
- moulded them into a passable interpretation of Ayer's Rock or Uluru. I prepared my didgeridoo and breathing circularly, entered Dreamtime worshipping Rita's Uluru Ass. Termites in
- my brain skittered around and I quickly realized I was having a stroke. I fell on top of my didgeridoo and wondered if anyone was nearby to help me.
- But none did as my consciousness slowly faded as my body vibrated gently to the rhythms of the southern hemisphere.
- Started
- 2014-01-23 20:22:07
- Finished
- 2014-02-04 21:20:57
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SlimWhitman Feb 05 2014 @ 03:44
Hey Davodd, nice to see you folding! And welcome cape, Darkmaster & Bosco!
SlimWhitman Feb 05 2014 @ 03:45
...and AbsentAnswer who started this story.