Why, just
the other day, Alvin the Chipmunk approached me and said,
"Say, James, how about some oral sex?" So I, of course,
bashed his teeth in. Then he commenced blowing me, and it was
quite nice oral sex, that chipmunk oral sex was, especially since
he couldn't cause damage to my wee-wee with his teeth. Then I
picked him up and strapped him to the table. Despite his
protests, I tied him down and had my way with his tiny chipmunk
body. Of course, he got mad and told his boyfriend Dave on me.
But don't you worry, I took care of him. And Alvin's girlfriend
Brittany was no big problem either. Why, I stuffed a chainsaw up
her twat. Sure, she screamed a lot, and writhed in anguish, but I
know she liked it. In fact, after a few minutes with that
chainsaw shoved jagged and whirring into her cunt, she just gave
up struggling and relaxed to enjoy the red hot blades as they
ground her soft inner tissues to hamburger... Either that or she
died. It's hard to tell with those chipmunks. Nasty bastards.