TWO WORDS STORY
Reply #88 - November 09, 2013, 07:57 PM
In a dark, desolate land where dragons roam and hunt elven blood, but it was teatime. So they spread their sweet, creamy tasty white toasted muffins of elven, that were stuffed with elven blood of some exotic rarity, post counts. Large penises are very elven features, even though they grow on heads. "Dick heads". Whenever the jealous dragons saw those, they were blown away. Pun intended. In the jealous madness, elven blood throbbing cocks go limp.
Meanwhile, in bright pink sequin hotpants and latex a dragon masturbated furiously.
Gandalf watched as Hagrid shaved his balls with a blunt, mildew covered ice pick.
"Hmm, nasty," murmured Gandalf, as he beckoned Hamza the mighty towards his unconcious victim.
"Stoned again," said Morgoth. The city began to tremble from the furious sounds of monster vagina: Oprah's vagina. Unfortunately the vagina was going to devour everything, hungry as it roared in thunderous rage, squirting rancid fluid across Hamza's lying tongue. So Gandalf the White became Redhead, the Fabulous.
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'