Day 4,000,987
Posted 14-11-2008 at 13:52 by Stiff
I find myself shackled to the underground railway station with the midget jumping up and down waving a small kitten in the air.
My mind races. What could this be? Is it a pleasure to be chained down in the path of an oncoming train? Is it punishment for goosing the nun I saw last week?
Who knows? Who cares?
The train made it's imminent approach. I can hear the sounds of the heavy metal wheels grinding against the parrallel rails. Vibration move through my buttocks and I find that slightly ticklish in my lower regions.
The train arrives. It hits me hard, like a teaming locomotive made of metal and powered by diesel or electricity of some kind.
I feel a slight numbing pain in my feet first, then my nose. Not what I expect a train crash to feel like.
When the train comes to a halt I get up and dust myself off. All in all a slightly disappointing and bewildering experience.
The horned guy arrives once again and offers me a drink. I politely refuse and head butt him and steal his clothes.
While wearing his clothes I feel sexy and powerful. Like a mix of She-ra and He-Man combined.
I wonder up the nearest stairs and search for signs of intelligent life only to find the .Org monster.
My mind races. What could this be? Is it a pleasure to be chained down in the path of an oncoming train? Is it punishment for goosing the nun I saw last week?
Who knows? Who cares?
The train made it's imminent approach. I can hear the sounds of the heavy metal wheels grinding against the parrallel rails. Vibration move through my buttocks and I find that slightly ticklish in my lower regions.
The train arrives. It hits me hard, like a teaming locomotive made of metal and powered by diesel or electricity of some kind.
I feel a slight numbing pain in my feet first, then my nose. Not what I expect a train crash to feel like.
When the train comes to a halt I get up and dust myself off. All in all a slightly disappointing and bewildering experience.
The horned guy arrives once again and offers me a drink. I politely refuse and head butt him and steal his clothes.
While wearing his clothes I feel sexy and powerful. Like a mix of She-ra and He-Man combined.
I wonder up the nearest stairs and search for signs of intelligent life only to find the .Org monster.
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You have one wicked imagination
Posted 14-11-2008 at 17:25 by gotenks1321 
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Ermmmmm, would you like some diazapam to go with your valium?
Posted 15-11-2008 at 07:26 by 25Exec
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lol love it
Posted 28-11-2008 at 07:34 by MGFgavo
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I need some sort of outlet for my twisted imagination, and if it gets some laughs along the way then it's all good!
Posted 07-12-2008 at 20:45 by Stiff
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