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"Boy Howdy" sounds like gay twink porn.
coupling that with Creem and its positively perverse.
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coupling that with Creem and its positively perverse.
The Cat's Mother
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coupling that with Creem and its positively perverse.
Getting back on-topic, then.....
To Gratuitously Swallow
Johnny and Andy were celebrating a slick-thighed Valentine's Day together. Johnny had cooked a momentous dinner and they ate into the swing of things by candlelight.
"My darling," Andy said, stroking Johnny's drinking arm, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Johnny. "It is but a proud token of my refrigerated love."
Johnny opened the box. Inside was a slimey gay twink porn mag! He gazed at it fluffily. Then he gazed at Andy fluffily. "It's sweaty," Johnny said. "Come here and let me swallow you."
Just then, a Creemy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like getting your laughing tackle round a chilled "Boy Howdy". "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a breathless voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Andy read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other fleshily as the crone cackled some more. Johnny's hairy thigh began to tremble. Then Andy shrugged, pulled out a "Boy Howdy" beer, and hit the crone on her epiglottis. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Johnny said and kissed Andy thirstily. "This is a beauteous Valentine's Day!"
They thrillingly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they swallowed each other all night long.
virtually dead
Simply Thrilled, Honey
can't get it any bigger
vicarinatutugal
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vicarinatutugal
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Simply Thrilled, Honey
That's a different one, a better one, i want THAT one on my wall 
vicarinatutugal
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That's a different one, a better one, i want THAT one on my wall
head to the lovely comtesse's sites for all your Morrissey/Smiths Image needs.
http://foreverill.com/
The Cat's Mother
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*bump* Go here: http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
A Morose Day To Knit
hatfull stepped hungrily out into the glittering sunshine, and admired HIM's big toe. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a pulsing sight."
HIM climbed off the troll and walked sulkily across the grass to greet his lover. hatfull patted HIM on the earlobe and then tried to knit him tenderly, but without success.
"That's all right," HIM said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not adorable," hatfull. "Not as adorable as the time we knitted on the Frink Thread."
HIM nodded thirstily. "We were Morrisseyesque back in those days."
"Our inner thighs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," hatfull said. "Everything seems fabulous and ticklish when you're young."
"Of course," HIM said. "But now we're lumpy, we can still have fun. If we go about it nebulously."
"Nebulously?" hatfull said . "But how?"
"With this," HIM said and held out a hairy blister. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to knit."
hatfull swallowed the blister at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to knit nebulously. They knitted like a rather vulgar on-stage Morrissey-snogger in a leopard-print frock. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
A Morose Day To Knit
hatfull stepped hungrily out into the glittering sunshine, and admired HIM's big toe. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a pulsing sight."
HIM climbed off the troll and walked sulkily across the grass to greet his lover. hatfull patted HIM on the earlobe and then tried to knit him tenderly, but without success.
"That's all right," HIM said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not adorable," hatfull. "Not as adorable as the time we knitted on the Frink Thread."
HIM nodded thirstily. "We were Morrisseyesque back in those days."
"Our inner thighs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," hatfull said. "Everything seems fabulous and ticklish when you're young."
"Of course," HIM said. "But now we're lumpy, we can still have fun. If we go about it nebulously."
"Nebulously?" hatfull said . "But how?"
"With this," HIM said and held out a hairy blister. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to knit."
hatfull swallowed the blister at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to knit nebulously. They knitted like a rather vulgar on-stage Morrissey-snogger in a leopard-print frock. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
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haha! true...look what I did!Well, you friended me, so....
The Shining Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, the cat's mother and Stiggy went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and the cat's mother hit Stiggy in his nipple with a big cold iceball. It hurt a lot, but the cat's mother kissed it thirstily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really sticky snow man!" the cat's mother said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Stiggy said. "That would be more dark and politically correct."
"I know," the cat's mother said. "We can make a snow kipper. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up excitedly and made a shimmering snow kipper. the cat's mother put on a lobster for the belly. The kipper was almost as big as Stiggy.
"It looks smokey," the cat's mother said hotly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Stiggy said and held up a damp clams. "I found this in the bed." He put the clams onto the kipper's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the kipper, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like the sunlight shimmering over jelly.
Stiggy screamed throatily and ran but the snow kipper chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow kipper grabbed him hungrily.
"Nobody does that to my little Steamy Lobster," the cat's mother screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow kipper through the belly button. It fell down and the cat's mother kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Stiggy said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The clams lay in the yard until a wet child picked it up and took it home.
The Cat's Mother
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Ah! Many the time.....
hatfull
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haha! I do love drabblematic, I might have another go in a sec (beats doing the washing up...
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hatfull
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kewpie...you know everything!The Shining Terror of The Snow is the most popular one so far, it's been done three times.
The Cat's Mother
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With whom shall we drabble the Kewp, then? *evil grin*
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............ *rubs chin thoughtfully*
The Cat's Mother
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Ron Jeremy?
hatfull
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I have an idea...
A Steamy Occurrence
kewpie paced up and down, jiggling her bum. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Sock, had arranged to meet her here in the bunk beds. "I have something dark to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Sock was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, kewpie expected to see her bounce up, her silky hair streaming behind her and her warm eyes aglow.
kewpie heard footsteps, but they seemed rather sharp for a delicate and thundery girl like Mary Sue Sock, whose tread was light. She turned around and found Jarvis staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Jarvis said breathily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
kewpie had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so hastily. "Mary Sue Sock asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Jarvis, her thigh began to throb excitedly.
"Oh," Jarvis said, softly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," kewpie said and caught Jarvis by his neck. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Jarvis said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a storm coming in from the sea.
From behind a cheese, Mary Sue Sock watched with a humid light in her stormy eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "kewpie/Jarvis". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the duck from extinction.
