Once upon a time, there was an old crone who lived in a giant jock-strap shaped house. She had 13 Little dwarves as her adopted children. When they did something wrong, she didn’t spank them, she sent them to the giant bra-shaped torture chamber. In this chamber were spikes that surround them, and if they moved, then they get poked.
Well, one day a little dwarf named Gwaner D. Flamderbäng said, “Hey! This toaster is green, not red!” Then, the old crone swooped down on a tassel of her crotch hair embedded into the giant jock strap home and took little Gwaner to the “Bra of Death”!
So, there he stood, in the cup of the bra, until a magical flimmboog fairy came flying past and saw the dwarf sitting within the bra, scraping the flesh off his arms with the spikes for pleasure. (He liked the color red.) The fairy then said, “nneemboogflashwatukiopiarytrtwerrrr?” To which the dwarf looked up and replied “Yes.” Then the fairy with the long name which is forgotten already by your insane narrator put the bra on over her enormous breasts, blood streaming out down her bare chest and coagulating in her belly button, and took the little dwarf to a far away place called Plattsburghneemergoofda; a land of many cows with two heads. One head says, “Mooooooooo!” The other says, “Mewwwwwwwww!”
AND THE COWS POOPED ALL OVER HIM!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!