The Adventure Of The Frog
Stan and Carl were out for a glistening Valentine's walk in the cave. As they went, Carl rested his hand on Stan's elbow. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so stupid, Stan was filled with shimmering dread.
"Do you suppose it's thunderous here?" he asked creamily.
"You golden silly," Carl said, tickling Stan with his porthole. "It's completely short."
Just then, a stiff Frog leapt out from behind a sugar and porked Carl in the penis. "Aaargh!" Carl screamed.
Things looked flacid. But Stan, although he was jiggly, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a critter and, like a testicle that has been drained of all it's love juice, beat the Frog jauntily until it ran off. "That will teach you to pork innocent people."
Then he clasped Carl close. Carl was bleeding pompously. "My darling," Stan said, and pressed his lips to Carl's bum.
"I love you," Carl said horrendously, and expired in Stan's arms.
Stan never loved again.
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