||[Dec. 2nd, 2004|02:26 pm]
sometimes.I dont know what adjectives are.But it makes it more fun..
The Pope tripped along gayly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Madonna, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a frog hopping along, carrying a ja in its mouth.
The Pope was almost in a faux vagina when he came across a groped cake, lying alone on a humped plate. "That must be a treat from my sexy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked girated, so he ate it.
It gave him the most danced tingling sensation in his BALLZ. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Madonna.
When Madonna came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" The Pope cried homosexualy.
"Your COCK! And your FANNY!" Madonna said. "They're mused! Can't you feel it?"
The Pope felt his COCK and his FANNY. They were indeed quite mused. "Oh, no!" The Pope said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that groped cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Madonna said. "I got you a strap on. It must have been that gay man who lives nearby. He acts a little sexily, ever since he humped a bucket."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" The Pope sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Madonna said tidily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your COCK is really hot like that."
"Really?" The Pope dried her tears. The Pope kissed Madonna and it was an entirely homosexual sensation, like a duck that is like a sunset..
They spent the night having entirely homosexual sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
The Battle For The Strap On
In a faux vagina, The Pope humped his strap on. He had been busy with the strap on for hours and now wanted nothing more than a sexy cuddle or a homosexual massage from his lover Madonna.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his hot Madonna appeared at the door, grinning sexily.
"Put down the strap on," Madonna said homosexualy. "Unless you want me to hump that strap on on your COCK."
The Pope put down the strap on. He was gay. He had never seen Madonna so mused before and it made him humped.
Madonna picked up the strap on, then withdrew a ja from her BALLZ. "Don't be so gay," Madonna said with a mused grimace. "A frog bit my FANNY this morning, and everything became groped. Now with this strap on and this ja I can homosexualy rule the world!"
The Pope clutched his danced FANNY tidily. This was his lover, his hot Madonna, now staring at him with a mused BALLZ.
"Fight it!" The Pope shouted. "The frog just wants the strap on for his own hot devices! He doesn't love you, not the sexy way I do!"
The Pope could see Madonna trembling tidily. The Pope reached out his COCK and touched Madonna's BALLZ homosexualy. He was hot, so hot, but he knew only his danced love for Madonna would break the frog's spell.
Sure enough, Madonna dropped the strap on with a thunk. "Oh, The Pope," she squealed. "I'm so sexy, can you ever forgive me?"
But The Pope had already moved in a faux vagina. Like a duck that is like a sunset., he pressed his COCK into Madonna's BALLZ. And as they fell together in a groped fit of love, the strap on lay on the floor, humped and forgotten.