Felicia's Accident
By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op

    "Really, ghouls forlorn about Yuletide parties' cows explode messily in Cognito, Belgium."
     However titillating, Max may be indulgent, for aliens cremate cheese, but not before gawking noisily in between huge boulders. Afterward, merriment exploded vicariously. Carnivorous budgies slurp disgustingly at meditation. Wormholes splunge out into a void. Don't!
     Biff slithered, "Max... What are these?"
     "Panting, groaning zowies!" said Felicia.
     "Hot diggety dog, should that tourniquet be there, or what?" another carnivorous budgie drooled.
      "Shazam!" Felicia screamed, "My HUGE vibrator short-circuited outrageously! My orgasm hasn't arrived UPS until, dammit, nictitating membranes, wraith-like, shattered, we, undersigned triumphed! Goldfish scream at virgins who can't, UNNGHT!"
     Mickey died, abruptly reactivating Felicia's vibrator.
     "Ooooo, Mickey!" screamed Woodward, lighting fires under Felicia. "It's artistic, however, enticing it to stroke, spindle yuppies' incongruities, or orgasmically, gracefully flow proves inconsequentialities."
     Meanwhile, Max ogled Biff's stuff.
     Love stinks after dinner; however, if you leave it in mid-stroke, it tends to dry quickly, leaving spots. Galactic gophers' garbage gets gooey, galloping greasily. Felicia's phallic Fortune 500-fold flipped for flying freely from frumious fornication.
     "Ouch! Ooowow, the slimy, wonderful snail-snot that lubricates my shins endures forever! I climax violently, while gingerbread boys give great, fantastic manicures! Sugarplum vampires salivate bloodthirstily over dinner, dancing sensuously, and biting carnivorous mushrooms. Polyphonic rockers give shocking, delightful reports!..." Felicia screamed.
     "Felicia," Max and Biff intoned, "Help is on the roof. Accidents happen."

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