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3-way #2This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by jesse | |
| Saturday, 10 May 2008 | |
(We Love Your Cock)
Infomercial
Announcer: Is your **** sad? Has your **** lost it’s magic touch. Well, never fear! Here, at the **** Lovers, we will take your ****, in our hands. That’s right, we will treat your **** with the love it needs. We will pet it, kiss it and spoil it to death. Some people say our kisses can get a **** wild. It doesn’t matter how old the **** is, we take anything. **** is **** to us, just don’t bring a *****. So don’t wait, make that call, your **** deserves it.
The Board Meeting for The Rooster Lovers The board members stare angrily at the young man responsible for this commercial Boss: Horny teens and old men. That’s what showed up. Young Man: I swear, that commercial sounded a whole lot better in my head.
- The End-
( Daddy where did I come from?) Child: Daddy. Father: Yes, son? Child: Where did I come from? Father: Well, you came from the seed of the mail man. Child: I did? Father: That’s right, mommy is filthy ***** who loves to have a lot of sex with different men. Child: She is? Father: That’s right. But one day mommy forgot to take her pill, lord and behold here you are. Child: So.. Father: Which makes you a bastard. Mommy is only with me to save her reputation. Child: I. . . Father: You know why Daddy is still with her? Child: Mommy. Father: Daddy is still with that lying ***** because he loves to rub it in her face everyday. Child: Daddy. . . Father: And mommy just sits there and takes it. Child: . . . Father: Like she takes it on anal Fridays. Child: Please, no. Father: Nothing to fear, son, Daddy will tell you more when your sixteen. Child: Daddy, do you love me? Father: Sometimes.
Child grins. Child: I love you, Dad. Father: I love you too, you little bastard.
-The End-
( Karma II)
A group of lawyers, sit at a bar enjoying there drinks after another successful win. Pete: Life is good boy’s, not only did I win my countersue against the old woman for One Million dollars, but I also took her house away. Let’s just say little old granny is going to be eating dog food for the remainder of her life.
SIX MONTHS LATER Same Lawyer at a Doctors office. Pete: Tell me Doc, I can take it. Doctor: How do I break this gently? Pete: Just tell me! Doctor: I’m afraid you have lung cancer, colon cancer, throat cancer, aids, herpes, and a tumor of the size of a golf ball in your head. Pete: What should I do? Doctor: Don’t worry, I got you covered. Pete: Oh, thank God. The doctor hands him a card. Doctor: Ask for Sal, he’s a good friend of mines. I’m sure he could give you 50% off a good coffin. The Nurse walks in and whispers something into the Doctor’s ear. Doctor: I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first? Pete: Bad? Doctor: Bad news is, that I have to cancel my Golf game later today. Pete: And the good news? Doctor: You don’t have a gulf size tumor in your head. Pete: Thank you Jesus, I knew you loved me. Doctor: That’s right, it’s the size of an orange.
Pete: . . . Doctor: Stupid me, that’s bad news to. Oh well, life goes on. Sadly not for you. Doctor pats Pete on the back. Doctor: Look at the bright side. Pete: What bright side? Doctor: At least you don’t have Jaundice? Pete: That’s right! Doctor looks at the chart Doctor: Oh, never mine. Pete: Oh God. Doctor: Yeah, well see ya. Remember make your peace with God.
- The End-
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