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AND THE
****
SUPPOSITORY
MYSTERY

Far below the level land where pixies and Morlocks live lived young Fred Coffin, inventor of the **** suppository. Fred was a brave man with long **** muscles and a penchant for adventure. The love of his life was Eileen, a small ***** of a Morlock woman who barreled through **** suppositories like a hillbilly on a dolphin. One day, as the Lord's Earth grew even flatter, Mount Washington in Pittsburgh slid into the river. Several **** suppository salesmen were slightly injured, and a mere week after that Jesus returned and killed everyone within 4 miles.

HOW MY AUNT SURVIVED A BRUTAL LESBIAN ATTACK - It had rained for 5 months non-stop and there wasn't a dry lesbian anywhere. My aunt had managed to keep her underwear dry by utilizing an old Comanche technique that no Apache was allowed to use. One day, after her dog was eaten by a Pygmy, Aunt Joan shot a wet lesbian from across the street. This "****" earned her a first-place trophy from the Audubon Society, branch 47, Newark, California.
On a blind date Brunch Girl and Supper Boy toured the White House with a mutual friend called Snack Dude. Well, one thing led to another thing and S.D. (Snack Dude) and B.G. (Brunch Girl) began making out under the president's desk. "What's going on under there?" A grumpy security guard asked. "Nothing that you could handle grandpa!" S.D. exclaimed like a pushy bra salesman.
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