By
The Wednesday Night Arabica Group
To the other woman in prison, he had seven lengthy stories to tell about his hose. She beheaded the penis,
"Ouch!" bellowed the big, bleeding transvestite. "My goodness, that hurt!! My sex isn't anything, even though you had the head of Walter Cronkite grafted to your very ample and useful toe. I am going to scream 'I like strawberry best with whipped goats' milk cooked over flaming mesquite briquettes' and then try to get someone in my butt who yodels!"
On a dark and horny toad-shaped person, a wet rhinoceros had explicitly started fornicating. He approached a club-footed ogre-like virgin cow elegantly, and yet he stumbled into a pile of dirty socks -- Gap socks.
The cow moaned softly while the lustful rhinoceros panted.
The zookeeper looked fascinated as he felt obligated to join the strange melange of animal lust. He proceeded to manhandle the naked horn with castiron fists and velveteen-lined palms. Then, undergoing an excruciatingly pleasurable mastectomy, the overtly stiff leg of the cow seemed less able to move after having undergone manhandling with red-hot dildoes.
At prison, the stall began talking. "Hello, my name is not yours."
The stoutly good-hearted, voluptuous bimbo began singing, "La la, disestablishmentarianist, la de dum Bob, ovarian tumor.".
Her unsightly lesbian clit vibrated exclusively for Joel Cancellieri.
Garth Brooks screamed "Yes! I dominated her dripping nose with no Kraft mayonnaise oozing into moaning holes."
He then relaxedly ate croutons.
The End