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Tilly drenched herself in honey and patted

  • Tilly drenched herself in honey and patted flour on the sticky spots. The cinnamon buns were from cinnamon, but the effect was the same. He was on a diet and couldn't touch her.
  • Tilly delighted in tormenting him, dancing nakedly about him drenched in honey and flour like some living confection. She'd get right in his face and tease, "I'm not touching you!"
  • But the horse would not bite. He could smell her fear through the flour and honey. Her fear that he would reject her. Now that was what got the stallion excited. He controlled this
  • horse by bribing her with crunchy carrots. When she finally calmed down, he pulled himself up and adjusted the leather saddle. He started at a slow trot and and, soon, he galloped
  • along the sludge filled canal. "What an odd virtual reality game this is" he remarked to himself. I would have added a gay green meadow and
  • a bi-curious blue sky, but that's just me. He rededicated himself to the suspended disbelief of the video game and sent his avatar up the canal. His boots were getting slick
  • from all the snail guts. No longer edible, the only thing left to do was try to win the video game outright. He pulled out his slime-covered joysick and
  • screamed "Dance, Mario, dance!". The music pounded at him, and he lost his footing on the pile of snail shells. The game is all that mattered and he grabbed for the machine, but
  • Mario Lopez spotted a camera, stopped pulling babies from the burning house, and instead removed his shirt and started flexing and smiling. As the babies screamed for mercy,
  • he grabbed a fire mans helmet and started to cry. As the tears cascaded down his face he wondered if he would do Letterman or Oprah first. Just then his phone rang in his pocket.

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