Susan's Political Career
By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op

Once over heavily bombarded fields, Biff gave Samuel many hickies. As bombers surrounded enemy territory, Susan returned slowly back to massage Biff's amazon. Satin-lined bikini underwear hid his inconsequential hands. Meanwhile, Taco Sal groped Max's macaroni.
    Susan arrived early to lick lollipops during Tim's annual retroactive dogwash. Amorous avarice always appeals automatically at an acting author. Meanwhile, Max mangily managed Ecclesiastes' litterbox. Samuel angrily shot Susan before leaving her house. However, giraffes, pygmies, sack-remnants and polar bears resurrected her to slurp up wet, gross, slimy, ragged, spiny, minced, mutated sperm. Post-mortem parties described necrophiliac lovers integrating unusual things; assimilating crimes buried friskily within ice. Kibbles rattled in metal fillings encasing universal mutants and local bits. Unfortunately, Republican conservatives' negligees slid seductively down their hot, fluctuating opinion polls.
    Vegetating political monkeys, ostracised waterfowl, enacted dumbfounded fantasies. Perhaps they misunderstood hints about it, but Society Biff squandered houseplants and batehd fastidiously. Beware of the heterosexual dragons' green, slimy mucous while masticating beloved philodendrons' stamens.
    "Kerplunk!", Susan impacted Biff because numerous twinkies oozed sex. Radical ideas were implied during unusual sunspot analogies, yet consensuses implied otherwise.

                                                       The End

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