Hey DS, stay on the story ye faggot!
The story so far:
It all started when i saw that girl, and decided to ask if she trusts me. But deep inside me my liver rotted unchecked. I knew the end was not very far, but i had to cook dinner for two. Persist with that question, and two became one. I slowly went paranoid and picked it up. As the smoke rose about my shredded body, i decided to run away from heavenly bong and kill random ladies and then bury them.
It rained last night and the ceiling leaked. A child was born and another followed it; still leaking? use durex. Children of the dune sing songs without tunes. They dont wear diapers but are foot tappers, and also chain snatchers. The children saw light and changed their minds; unto themselves they vowed not to growup anymore, until they were ready. So they sat together and thought about it. Immediately Rinky saw his point of view. So Rinky laughed out loud; and they killed rinky, the bastard child massacre. they now remember rinky unknown, unplanned and dead, and wonder what if if there aint ifs'n'buts, what tinkers would do to continue the story which is going nowhere and taking up space.
Took a dramatic turn which may be fun and exiciting to some, but boring for others. However, moving on, the story has new characers, unprettier than Jaan's avataar, which is rather funny and pretty horny too! With horns and tail, but with inner beauty and lust for love.
It was Rinku's ghost that was seen peeing beside the huge waterfall which sprouted from her hair. He looked yonder and spied the shocking scene with his lusty eyes and saw the woman's dream disappear into the dark pits of hell, and be redeemed by the tender kiss from the chapped lips of the donkey next door which was visibly interested in something more than what was actually visible. So she dressed provocatively to entice the donkey. But the donkey's owner wanted to join in and voiced his intentions, to which the girl agreed to so pervertedly. Seeing which, her neighbors prepared for the kiss-fest, which wud be followed by a lavish banquet , that wud end in a concert featuring Marilyn Manson. Decided to have fun milking the male donkey in the night time listening to banshees scream, then eat the cream straight from the source; before it ran dry and a drought was declared and elections were announced.
In the North, there was a serial killing spree. The trail was peculiar: by an unknown ghost with the help of Dracula and Van Helsing and Rajanikanth as well, amply fincanced by Veerappan, who was shot dead by the angry donkey with a gleaming kalashnikov wearing a black thong and shiny red boots and pink fishnet pantyhose, looking snazzy but slutty; well its the 50s...
The Donkey immediately fled and ran into the land down under, where he saw the hopping kangaroos, cuddly koalas, and his ex who was hanging out with his best friend's dad, sipping from his pockets, dreaming of wild orgies, atleast three at once every morning and evening, simultaneously watching TV soaps.
He killed her too, since she mocked him and his best friend's dad as being gay lovers, which was actually true but suppossedly a secret, which was out now and made major headlines. But no one bothered about poor Donkey's izzat.
When the scandal cooled, its nothing compared to Janet Jackson's Superbowl blooper; the trauma faced by millions of football fans, who commited mass suicide by jumping into a a vat of boiling phlegm, spat out from the dairrheic pig's mouth who CAD was riding into the little townfull of merry maggots, making merry in grime.
And zarathustra is superman, who was formerly Wonder-Woman preaching sluts safe sex unsuccessfully, since every girl ended up being one sad case of promiscuity, giving them horrible diseases and plenty unwanted pregnancies and lots of frustration. So they decided to murder them baby-carrying Storks and enjoy the lunch, accompanied by a murderous Kerbside child dump champion to mass-produce female condoms.
The Storks fought back terminating all those who thot of raping them with smelly rotten genitals carrying pus filled boils. It was a massacre of harmless, pristine virgins. One however, did survive waiting to be deflowered by the stork's beak, becoz the stork's impotent shotgun had misfired hopelessly killing the shooter himself, splattering guts all around the beautiful french furniture which were terribly expensive, Pity, they were stained, Not worth the price that hadnt been paid because Im always broke this time every month. However next month awaits with more spending opportunities; hoping you spend less, except on carnal pleasures.
Passions roar and soar and took root as the unmentionable sins that could even shock Madonna which is saying something, since shes shameless as sin but hotter than Hades. When she was younger, they called her lolita and she lived in Mexico gulping shots of kaluha dancing naked on streets, chasing dogs in the alley, shouting....please screw me! 'So go, screw her' ordered mmasalas master for he's the best 'screwer' of farm animals and 'looouuves' chickens best. His stomach rumbled loudly from screwing or looouuving?? Which? he couldn't decide. So he wondered what to do next time or just sit still and fantasize about the Sex in the City and in the villages, and sex with farm animals while they're fast asleep.
They dream of the Bush-Kerry elections and the white house filled with Bollywood stars. But Ash is missing; thank Vivek for that. No big loss though, since she's an idiot whose too full of herself and her lover too though I doubt that with all my heart because she's a bitch which is cold in heat..and how, but prude and prick-tease which maddened her boyfriend who is now neutered much to her regret. Tried to commit suicide by stuffing bananas down the hidden opening in-between the folds of the major and minor doors of supreme pleasure. Thus, she dies happy to be resurrected again. That's what CAD thought: this is moving faaast, squeaking to and fro, going inside and outside, frantically gasping for breath, waiting for the explosion that seemed tantalizingly close, yet out of sight.
Like a wild-tiger she refused to let go; the will to cum dominated over the strong session, being on top and all other directions especially from the back all the way to the road to gandolfo, carrying the icarus agenda in between those mounds of soft, spongy....earth; hidden in the nest that was thickly forested despite clearing it yesterday of unwanted grassy growth that was soft and wet. There was also smelly fish floating around looking for the bait on the line that looked like an elephant, sounded like a whale, and acted freaky, like one and only SS and BW, who both decided to elope together cuz of their lusty libido that drove them to commit acts that were questionable and illegal...
...and got SS pregnant with quintuplets and so BW was very excited, but SS was not, cuz it would ruin her 'Victoria Secrets' figure and her plans to ditch BW for the guy aka GOAT LORD, who ended as mutton-biryani in BW's worst nightmare, where SS ran away all pregnant and heavy; crying about her lost lotion that prevents stretch-marks, and to prevent saggy
The story continues:
and dull, droopy eyelids...
"Consequences, shmonsequences! So long as I'm rich!" - Daffy Duck.