Four Word Story

[perrhaps]

Beckham, unless they've been

[The Monk]

on holidays with Elmer

[HyperV12]

who was a nightmare

[HyperV12]

It was a dark crack in the fabric that revealed foxy's secret which, wonderful as that fabric was, showed her present with clarity to the viewing public across the hidden webcam placed in the boys locker room, which could be a magical experience of hot men dressed in silk panties with lots and lots of butter smeared on her ring for smooth passage of babies through a narrow opening that is also called an isthmus, that is where we all find paths to happiness and rainbows or air fix assembled pinecones with glitter impregnated insect larvae with heads made of glass. She slowly removed an article of clothing starting with her boots before blatantly flashing her ankles for the world to see. She then unzipped her tight leather purse to release a flurry of doves that flew right into a fan, spraying blood all over her very large collection of creepy porcelain ducks on the wall above the iron tools which her father had left her when he went out for a root, but Mrs Root had her monthly visitor come over and sell Girl Guide brownies or stolen hotel room bibles for resale to the pope who could use them to knock boys unconscious when they do not drop their pants for the love of God unless he pays them in church wine and boiled sweets they won't talk to the police because they enjoy pepo until he gets all sweaty and smells like Pepo does. He enjoys the company of many men, but hates to look them in the eye while he eats hot dogs with mayo Joebobs and Noilly decided to have Pepo together with The Monk for dinner on Saturday night in which they served prairie oysters and pickles with ice-cream, before it was discovered - Pepos delicate condition did not allow him to go out and he stayed home playing hide the ping pong using his ding dong as the push rod for his hot bod so the ball goes up and down and in and out until as if by chance it Rams him up the stairs where he races to the toilet or the window, whichever is closer to his bum than the footpath leading to the open maw of that once awesomely talented pornstar The Monk!! Autographs can be ordered for The Monk to sign any part of the body except his penis because it's only long enough to last enough time to get a dot with a sharp pens tuck in your ear so deep that a spelunker couldn't even get there covered in lube unless he got a body as thin as a paper thin mint. The sexy lady said you will never get there if you continue to stop and smell your own bum, because it is too huge and you can not help but laugh at the strange sounds that come from deep within the bowels of the worst nightmare born from a night of the most perverse things ever seen at Wal-Mart. The other day when MrsM woke up she tried to remember what happened to her knickers since she was wearing her skirt but was feeling an odd breeze tickle her from under that great thatch of twisted branches and waste, one of four free guesses on a shot in the dark which turned out to be a bad idea because Foxdana ate a muffin she found under my bum that I kept warm and toasty since Monk lost his virginity to a big woman who lived in a big cardboard box near the whore house, he had a fetish for little things that looked like a wet dog with a bit of hair loss like pepo's little thing after he shaves with great care not to accidentally cut off the life line that is his manhood unless he determines that there is no hope, then he will get the scissors and gently cut the beans from the frank because he is a very confused man who doesn't sleep with women instead he just watches midget porn on tv while hanging upside down and choking himself with a dirty sock he obtained from his aunt when cleaning her house after she gave him lunch served in her belly button containing green semen she found at the old bus shelter which was full of strange bugs and panties, the panties were frilly but stained in the middle, with creamy white sticky nectar of goddess which was licked off by St.George because he loves that kind of musky, salty snack treat before he sucks his scrotum into his body and then twists his legs so his groin pops up to his perch on the edge of what is considered a waste of fucking time, space and nostrils unless you count the time that is wasted while picking said nostril and transferring it to his open mouth where he talks like a school girl with a saggy left breast and two boys taking turns in using their own penises as walking sticks. Now where was I, ah yes -- I was just going to describe how big Monks penis is compared to a Giant grizzly bear from your own fertile imagination, but then I lost when the big bastard flipped a coin to see what would happen when he and the green gas guzzling goblin for pivot man position. What, when, where, why were the questions that Wally didn't ask anyone because he knew what was up when he determined detrimental doodling did not because his constant far fetched fanciful feelings every time he went to sleep and had dreams about lovely big bazoongas banging brazenly between people patiently passing peyote sitting stoned sucking straws flicking fannys for fun then taking two temperate watches while waiting with canny canaries catching codfish each eating eight eggplants really rocked rotten religious and their prayers were answered by a man saying sixty six sordid sorry sayings so sad she scolded seven sinners about their sordid sins subtly slowly sinking seawards sucking several sinners south after they stopped alliteration everything sounded normal again but then there was another assignation awarded absently to Toms totally twisted fetish for fat French genies going great guns trying to trap trolls traversing tricky turnpikes towards tumbling tripping tragic trolls while he ruined the party for everyone who decided dastardly deeds deserve every effort excluded, especially when whips were wacked while wanking with Wally who got sick of using words that start describing shaved pussies without due care and attention thereby leaving desperate gentlemen to pleasure themselves with feathers and bubblegum sweets that have been used to create myriad magical lube so slick that it causes people to slip in and out of consciousness and also keeps engines running smoothly so that they can probably be used for powering huge devices for taking over the world. Suddenly everything went dark nothing could be seen then I opened my eyes only to see the biggest and most sexy lesbian cosmetologist who kissed me right on the middle of my forehead, saying "Do you feel like I do when I swing in circles FOUR times then say the following "eat my shorts" before I punch you in your saggy left boob then scratch the crack in between them saggy ass cheeks of your best friends girlfriend and go to sleep? Do you think I am as sexy as a single female aged 19 with a severe case of Tourette's who likes clowns with big feet because big feet means that she sucks on the worlds absolute longest penis that is attached to a long piece of ass bought for a show in Mexico co-starring a cross-eyed burro and a one-armed hooker who sang and played with the burros Long Island iced tea, sipped long and lovingly with twin lithe nymphomaniacs from a small town near East Orange, New Jersey which was founded by the sworn enemies of a group of small change, given to us by a man who had every reason to not give change because he was born with out hands after his accident with a tractor which was driven by naked people covered in raw sewage leaked from a sewage truck that had turned over when a pig ran out of time before he could cut off a big pice of sizzling hot bacon from his ex-girlfriend, who left him for a chicken because he could not get her off because his porcine penis was too curved so that it went around the corner before he did. So his friends called him names that cannot be said in public while perky Mary moaned during a long bumpy ride on his engorged member while others watched the tide roll away, sitting on the sand thinking Ottis Redding was truly a remarkably dysfunctional character yet, paled in comparison to some of the less effective females on the Supreme Court of cats that perform over thumping house music while chocolate dipped nipples sell even better when they are sold near the largest gas station in the Midwest. They don't sell Doritos much, because salsa isn't popular when you are double dipping without washing your hands of the whole sordid fiasco that was developing on Kodachrome film even although there was no way in hell that meerkats can bend like Beckham, unless they've been on holidays with Elmer who was a nightmare

[Starchild]

once he'd had lots

[Fodster]

of beer and win

[Starchild]

the sunburned penis competition

[Fodster]

which ended in dramatic

[HyperV12]

fashion when the contestants

[Fodster]

decided to get naked

[HyperV12]

in front of the

[Starchild]

entire mental asylum's staff

[HyperV12]

who marked them according

[Starchild]

to their frankly ridiculous

[HyperV12]

but ornately decorated headgear