A long time ago, in a galaxy not too far from your mothers cunt, a boy named Mattch sat beside the ocean with his dog, "Cumfy". As he stroked Cumfy, and watched the waves, an old man came up to him.
"Hello, boy." said the old man.
"Hi." said Mattch, cheerfully, "What can I do for you today?"
"For starters, you can stop your dog from humping my leg."
"It's not humping it sir," replied Mattch, "He's eating eat."
The old man looked down to discover half his leg missing.
"Yarg!" he cried, "He's left me all stumply!" The old man hopped away and Mattch continued to stroke his Cumfy.
"You're a good dog Cumfy, ya just a little bit misunderstood." Cumfy replied by doing a terd that was magenta in color. This really pissed Mattch off.
"You dippling fruitch cat!" He screamed. "You're a filthy tabstabblet!" Cumfy sensed Mattch's anger and retaliated by biting Mattch on the cock.
Then Mattch had to go home and get his mum to dress his wounds. For dinner Mattch had one potatoe, Cumfy had the rest of Mattch's cock. And noone lived happily ever after.

DA END

THE REVIEW:

Bronson K Volcomstalker: A great story, told beautifully with helpful smatterings of charm, wit, and, er, stamina. Wonderful articulation and good character development. However, the characters and events seem a bit too similiar to John Grisham's "The Firm" for my liking. Spike Firestorm: The cock: Excellent. Everything else: Sub-par.