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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #150 on: July 11, 2012, 05:57:23 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #151 on: July 12, 2012, 04:10:33 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #152 on: July 12, 2012, 04:54:21 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #153 on: July 12, 2012, 05:39:41 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #154 on: July 12, 2012, 06:01:24 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death

(Oh my god! So very funny..great idea)

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #155 on: July 12, 2012, 07:25:59 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #156 on: July 12, 2012, 07:28:59 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #157 on: July 12, 2012, 07:49:10 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached weilding dildo's

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #158 on: July 12, 2012, 07:51:00 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached weilding dildo's studded with

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #159 on: July 12, 2012, 07:53:39 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached weilding dildo's studded with chilly peppers

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #160 on: July 12, 2012, 10:17:28 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached weilding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #161 on: July 12, 2012, 11:14:45 AM »

And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #162 on: July 12, 2012, 12:46:18 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next

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« Reply #163 on: July 12, 2012, 01:48:41 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #164 on: July 12, 2012, 04:31:52 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #165 on: July 12, 2012, 04:55:37 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #166 on: July 13, 2012, 01:33:01 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #167 on: July 13, 2012, 07:18:14 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #168 on: July 13, 2012, 02:15:55 PM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #169 on: July 14, 2012, 02:22:18 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #170 on: July 14, 2012, 07:28:13 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #171 on: July 14, 2012, 07:42:54 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #172 on: July 14, 2012, 07:44:56 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #173 on: July 14, 2012, 08:09:51 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her

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Re: Let's tell a story... two words at a time II (in full)
« Reply #174 on: July 14, 2012, 08:26:51 AM »
And so, it began with new possibilities around, as she walked by the market with her head held in a surprisingly despondent slump - she glanced towards the man standing by the stall with his kilt and longsword poised to inflict instant and ecstatic bliss upon those who dared cross his trailing shadow. She stopped suddenly, taking notice of a suspicious woman peeking inside the place where goods were being haggled.

"Can I give that Melon a taste?" says a tall, uniformed raccoon who had been known to devise evil schemes. "I'm unleashing my own brand of milk flavoured lemonade and you should definitely try it, thick and creamy!"

At this, though the smoky haze dampened her she shrugged and quit. Whispering under husky breath to herself, "That bastard should learn when to notice breasts and when he stands upon those metal plates he better have a damn good reason for stroking his happy little nose, and painting circles with his pretty rusty but quite serviceable spear."

Meanwhile, as her brother ran north towards the land of women slavemasters he unknowingly released the dogs of small battles but large ambitions. As their hungry chops descended on nothing but very low fat, juicy sweet Swiss cheese, they melted the rest with love and inhuman lust, reminiscent of times when Romans thought of the Swiss as simply too much holy cheese.

When it became clear there wasn't painted lips prepared for what he had in his toolbox, the wandering cat sniffed a passing pair of marching guards, their smelly overcoats stuffed to overflowing with onions. Overwhelmed by odors most dreadful and likely quite erotic but worrisome, he looked left then right, then picked up a soggy yet fully formed cheeseburger.  Spinning on heel mounted springs tightly coiled, but well primed for action at any sign sweat dripping would be certain death as the priests approached wielding dildo's studded with chilly peppers dripping hot ready for the next church picnic.

Little humming Dwarves rolled over the Scone of Scotland only if thrice fooled such.  Meanwhile, a beautiful woman removes her gloves slowly