Is it just me, or is understanding "lucipher" kind of like trying to reach the sky with a 10 foot pole?
(Yes Kevin I know its you, you really need speeling [lol!], grammer and puncuation lessons...)
There was once a lonely man, who lived on the highest point, on the highest mountain, on the highest country. One day, he was feeling naturally randy (he had no girlfriend, and no, he wasnt married) so he opened up a can of spanish fly to add to the sensation in his genetalia. He was horny as hell, but, was flaccid! So, he walked outside, uncomfortable by his horny-ness, and tied a stick to his penis (an artificial erection). He ran inside, tried to do a little mokey taming, but the stick broke! He was really horny now, so horny that he had to keep one hand on his penis at all times. He stumbled around the room, searching for something, ANYTHING to settle the fire. And there he saw it, a lobster (thats right, a LOBSTER) walking around. So he grabbed it, grabbed a lighter, shoved the lobsters tail up his ass, and started to burn lobsters face. The lobster, which was understandably upset, wagged its tail around, giving "Lucipher" (I mean, Mystry Man!) a substantial amount of pleasure. He went at it for a while, stroking his flaccid penis, untill the lobster got pissed off and bit him on the hand. He dropped it into boiling hot water, and ate the lobster for dinner.
In the middle of the night, he woke up, and ran straight into the toilet, and dumped his load. Something was strangle about his load, it seemed a little off, so he finished up, turned around, looked into the bowl, and passed out.
Our Hero, was dead
The autopsy revealed that while getting off on the lobster, the lobster had laid its seed in his ass, creating a nice incubator. Sometime in the middle of the night, the eggs hatched, giving birth to 100's of little lobsters! They ate away at his bowel, untill he woke up, and felt the urge to go to the little boys room. The then released the lobsters (and half of his bowel), and only had seconds to live.
Moral of the story? Lobsters arent dildos.
"Dedicated to the asshole who tried to pay me out before"
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Last edited by The.Heretic; 11-30-2003 at 02:24 PM..
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