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Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Just when the original question of origin seemed like it would roll around the talented orifice of Ms Marlenya ad infinitum, the creature began to speak in a voice as soft as her floral petals but in a choral sound like fifty flowers speaking at once:

"SSSSHHHHHHHHH! , let the Baby Angel sleep. . ." Just then Buster realized that the woman of his dreams had lain beside him through the entire mystical fellatio repetitivo.

Buster asked: "Where did the reality end and the dream begin?"

Lilly replied: "When it felt goooood!"

Buster: So life is pain?

Lilly: Born yesterday?!

B: I've been around the block afew times not to be a blockhead. . .

L: You're a goddam, Charlie Brown

B: That's not fair! I am the cynic, skeptic and dyspeptic!

L: Roll over Beasty Boythoven. . .

B: But why the freebies, bitter cowpie?

L: Shut your legs, your breaf smells and find the Puss between my boots, Brutha!

And, And Goddam Charlie Brown Buster Fuckhead supped the sweetest catpie ever served his crusty clownship!

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