I made a story to
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Homoloveual some guy
A Short Story
by Big unfunny guy
some guy was thinking about Ms. Tits again. Ms. Tits was a homoloveual starfish with morbidly obese tits and shriveled up winky.
some guy walked over to the window and reflected on his awful surroundings. He had always hated horrendous London with its sparkling, snotty slabs of concrete with hobos smeared across the wall. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel autistic.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a homoloveual figure of Ms. Tits .
some guy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a homoloveual, autistic, sperm drinker with morbidly obese tits and morbidly obese winky. His friends saw him as a flipping, flaky full on autist. Once, he had even saved a great dead baby that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a homoloveual person who had once saved a great dead baby that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Ms. Tits had in store today.
The drizzle rained like a rampaging Oprah Winfrey, making some guy homoloveual. some guy grabbed a big floppy carrot that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As some guy stepped outside and Ms. Tits came closer, he could see the tasteless smile on her face.
"I am here because I want STD's," Ms. Tits bellowed, in a homoloveual tone. She slammed her fist against some guy's chest, with the force of 6186 fat kids on a bus. "I frigging hate you, some guy ."
some guy looked back, even more homoloveual and still fingering the big floppy carrot. "Ms. Tits, i hope you die of rabid seagull disease," he replied.
They looked at each other with socially handicapped feelings, like two sneezing, shiny Steve Urkel's eating doodoo at a very homoloveual Gordon Ramsay funeral, which had the Backstreet Boys music playing in the background and two handicapped uncles fingerbanging at the speed of light to the beat.
some guy regarded Ms. Tits's morbidly obese tits and shriveled up winky. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Ms. Tits.
"Please?" begged some guy with puppy dog eyes.
Ms. Tits looked handicapped, her body blushing like a gloopy, gentle guillotine.
Then Ms. Tits came inside for a nice drink of sperm.
THE END
also made with plot generator if it wasn't yet obvious