“No”, said Tanisha, as she gripped the rod fiercely. “The only thing you’re good for is shitting on life, and not looking back, you skanky slut burger” replied Mark, as he swang his hands in the air. The only reason Mark would ever suggest an act such as this is if the moon was in the fifth parsect of the sun, and it wasn’t, but that bitch be getting horny, and he bout to hit that shit up. At the last possible second, Quantel came out of the closet, to take Tanisha and give her a filthy surprise. “My jolly lollypop is full of cream filling, and I’m just the candy man to fill your gumdrops,” screamed Quantel as he flew across the room with a gay aura that screamed that he was gay. “The second that you scream the safety word, I’ll just keep going harder and faster until your mom’s vag bleeds happiness in a way that is beneficial to the both of us.” “No,” exclaimed Tanisha, as she grabbed the pole aggressively, “the only way for that to work is if my crow feathery nipples speak out of turn on Sunday, then we can take the amulet. “ It was on, as Tanisha, Mark, and Quantel journeyed across New Jersey, in search of the Amulet of Light. It was dark, rainy, and wet outside on the commencement of the epic, and Tanisha had a need to fill. “I need a tampon” exclaimed Tanisha. “You can use my head, its clean and absorbent” said Mark. Tanisha squatted over Mark’s head and let her flow out, exploding in a red pool of passion as Mark is suffocated by periodic goo.

Now about those pubic gnomes, get yourself deep in your pants before saturday, then you can bleach out those llittle suckers before they suck too hard. Plow the driveway, then youll find the source of the energy. Well sure enough, he did, and he changed in the best way possible. His utters were utterly gone. Thats my story, and I'm stickin to it like a post it on a sappy tree in July. No thursdays.