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***WARNING***
May contain traces of : sex, nudity, paedophilia, beastily, necrophilia, drug abuse, vegetable abuse, abduction, violence, forced homosexuality, graphic scenes of a generally disturbing nature, incest, bad acting, dirty tramps, monkey spanking, nuts, excrement feasting and cheese.
***END WARNING***
**The Littlest Homo’s Shockingly Gay Adventures Over the Back Fence**
Little Johnny Nash was a curious boy - investigating every hole he uncovered in the most literal of ways.
Today, like any other day, he felt very curious indeed, and so walked down his garden path to the back fence where an adventure was sure to be found.
He closed his eyes and clacked together his ruby balls, wishing for an adventure. He wished it once, he wished it twice, he wished it three time and (not being able to hold it back any more) threw open his eyes.
And sure enough, there stood a skanky old tramp, dripping.
Johnny smiled, tramps always took him up the alleyway for wonderful adventure.
“ ’Allo darlin’!” Shouted the tramp, very loudly indeed, “Wanna see some puppies?!” He bellowed
“Er .. I’m sorry sir ... But mother says I should be looking at stranger’s puppies. Especially not at my age.” Nash said in his most politest voice.
“Oh! Er .. ! Well, m’name’s Memo! Blab blab blab! We’re not strangers nah, are we!?!?!? A-blab blab blab!” He smiled in a strangely alluring way, perhaps down to the mouldy bread stuck in between his teeth.
“Well, mother says I shouldn’t look at puppies no matter who shows them to me. Even if they say it won’t hurt.” Nash beamed up at the tramp, he was a very polite young man.
“Righ’! Can you do sweets!?”
“Nossir”
“A ride in my car?!”
“Sorry sir, mother says no.”
“ ‘Ows about a quick game of ‘miniature golf’ behind them dustbins!? A-blab blab blab!” The tramp gave a wink.
“Well sir, my mother had never told me not to do that. It sounds like an adventure”
“Oohh-hoo-hooo! It will be, young’un!!!! It will be indeed!”
Little Johnny Nash, tramp in hand, made his way behind the dustbins.
After several seconds Johnny emerged victorious, urine-soaked and a little looser, something meowed from his rectal passage and a bedragled tail stuck out between his bum cheeks.
“A-hoo-hoo, young’un!” Memo the tramp roared, leaning back against the wall and lighting up. “Best game ‘o golf I’ve ‘ad all week! A veritable hole-in-one!!! A-blab-blab-blab!”
“But, sir, I do believe the monkey somewhat ruined our adventure.”
“Per’aps, lad! Per’aps!! But golf just ain’t golf wi’out a monkey grabbing your balls.”
And with a fading “Blab-blab-blab” the tramp was gone. Little Johnny sighed, climbed wearily over the back fence and walked back down the garden path, leaving a trail of various body fluids in his wake; the adventure was over.
But that afternoon Mr AJ the blacksmith had promised to show little Nash his red-hot rod. That was sure to be an adventure in itself.
May contain traces of : sex, nudity, paedophilia, beastily, necrophilia, drug abuse, vegetable abuse, abduction, violence, forced homosexuality, graphic scenes of a generally disturbing nature, incest, bad acting, dirty tramps, monkey spanking, nuts, excrement feasting and cheese.
***END WARNING***
**The Littlest Homo’s Shockingly Gay Adventures Over the Back Fence**
Little Johnny Nash was a curious boy - investigating every hole he uncovered in the most literal of ways.
Today, like any other day, he felt very curious indeed, and so walked down his garden path to the back fence where an adventure was sure to be found.
He closed his eyes and clacked together his ruby balls, wishing for an adventure. He wished it once, he wished it twice, he wished it three time and (not being able to hold it back any more) threw open his eyes.
And sure enough, there stood a skanky old tramp, dripping.
Johnny smiled, tramps always took him up the alleyway for wonderful adventure.
“ ’Allo darlin’!” Shouted the tramp, very loudly indeed, “Wanna see some puppies?!” He bellowed
“Er .. I’m sorry sir ... But mother says I should be looking at stranger’s puppies. Especially not at my age.” Nash said in his most politest voice.
“Oh! Er .. ! Well, m’name’s Memo! Blab blab blab! We’re not strangers nah, are we!?!?!? A-blab blab blab!” He smiled in a strangely alluring way, perhaps down to the mouldy bread stuck in between his teeth.
“Well, mother says I shouldn’t look at puppies no matter who shows them to me. Even if they say it won’t hurt.” Nash beamed up at the tramp, he was a very polite young man.
“Righ’! Can you do sweets!?”
“Nossir”
“A ride in my car?!”
“Sorry sir, mother says no.”
“ ‘Ows about a quick game of ‘miniature golf’ behind them dustbins!? A-blab blab blab!” The tramp gave a wink.
“Well sir, my mother had never told me not to do that. It sounds like an adventure”
“Oohh-hoo-hooo! It will be, young’un!!!! It will be indeed!”
Little Johnny Nash, tramp in hand, made his way behind the dustbins.
After several seconds Johnny emerged victorious, urine-soaked and a little looser, something meowed from his rectal passage and a bedragled tail stuck out between his bum cheeks.
“A-hoo-hoo, young’un!” Memo the tramp roared, leaning back against the wall and lighting up. “Best game ‘o golf I’ve ‘ad all week! A veritable hole-in-one!!! A-blab-blab-blab!”
“But, sir, I do believe the monkey somewhat ruined our adventure.”
“Per’aps, lad! Per’aps!! But golf just ain’t golf wi’out a monkey grabbing your balls.”
And with a fading “Blab-blab-blab” the tramp was gone. Little Johnny sighed, climbed wearily over the back fence and walked back down the garden path, leaving a trail of various body fluids in his wake; the adventure was over.
But that afternoon Mr AJ the blacksmith had promised to show little Nash his red-hot rod. That was sure to be an adventure in itself.
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***WARNING***
May contain traces of : sex, nudity, paedophilia, beastily, necrophilia, drug abuse, vegetable abuse, abduction, violence, forced homosexuality, graphic scenes of a generally disturbing nature, incest, bad acting, dirty tramps, monkey spanking, nuts, excrement feasting and cheese.
***END WARNING***
**The Littlest Homo’s Shockingly Gay Adventures Over the Back Fence**
Little Johnny Nash was a curious boy - investigating every hole he uncovered in the most literal of ways.
Today, like any other day, he felt very curious indeed, and so walked down his garden path to the back fence where an adventure was sure to be found.
He closed his eyes and clacked together his ruby balls, wishing for an adventure. He wished it once, he wished it twice, he wished it three time and (not being able to hold it back any more) threw open his eyes.
And sure enough, there stood a skanky old tramp, dripping.
Johnny smiled, tramps always took him up the alleyway for wonderful adventure.
“ ’Allo darlin’!” Shouted the tramp, very loudly indeed, “Wanna see some puppies?!” He bellowed
“Er .. I’m sorry sir ... But mother says I should be looking at stranger’s puppies. Especially not at my age.” Nash said in his most politest voice.
“Oh! Er .. ! Well, m’name’s Memo! Blab blab blab! We’re not strangers nah, are we!?!?!? A-blab blab blab!” He smiled in a strangely alluring way, perhaps down to the mouldy bread stuck in between his teeth.
“Well, mother says I shouldn’t look at puppies no matter who shows them to me. Even if they say it won’t hurt.” Nash beamed up at the tramp, he was a very polite young man.
“Righ’! Can you do sweets!?”
“Nossir”
“A ride in my car?!”
“Sorry sir, mother says no.”
“ ‘Ows about a quick game of ‘miniature golf’ behind them dustbins!? A-blab blab blab!” The tramp gave a wink.
“Well sir, my mother had never told me not to do that. It sounds like an adventure”
“Oohh-hoo-hooo! It will be, young’un!!!! It will be indeed!”
Little Johnny Nash, tramp in hand, made his way behind the dustbins.
After several seconds Johnny emerged victorious, urine-soaked and a little looser, something meowed from his rectal passage and a bedragled tail stuck out between his bum cheeks.
“A-hoo-hoo, young’un!” Memo the tramp roared, leaning back against the wall and lighting up. “Best game ‘o golf I’ve ‘ad all week! A veritable hole-in-one!!! A-blab-blab-blab!”
“But, sir, I do believe the monkey somewhat ruined our adventure.”
“Per’aps, lad! Per’aps!! But golf just ain’t golf wi’out a monkey grabbing your balls.”
And with a fading “Blab-blab-blab” the tramp was gone. Little Johnny sighed, climbed wearily over the back fence and walked back down the garden path, leaving a trail of various body fluids in his wake; the adventure was over.
But that afternoon Mr AJ the blacksmith had promised to show little Nash his red-hot rod. That was sure to be an adventure in itself.
May contain traces of : sex, nudity, paedophilia, beastily, necrophilia, drug abuse, vegetable abuse, abduction, violence, forced homosexuality, graphic scenes of a generally disturbing nature, incest, bad acting, dirty tramps, monkey spanking, nuts, excrement feasting and cheese.
***END WARNING***
**The Littlest Homo’s Shockingly Gay Adventures Over the Back Fence**
Little Johnny Nash was a curious boy - investigating every hole he uncovered in the most literal of ways.
Today, like any other day, he felt very curious indeed, and so walked down his garden path to the back fence where an adventure was sure to be found.
He closed his eyes and clacked together his ruby balls, wishing for an adventure. He wished it once, he wished it twice, he wished it three time and (not being able to hold it back any more) threw open his eyes.
And sure enough, there stood a skanky old tramp, dripping.
Johnny smiled, tramps always took him up the alleyway for wonderful adventure.
“ ’Allo darlin’!” Shouted the tramp, very loudly indeed, “Wanna see some puppies?!” He bellowed
“Er .. I’m sorry sir ... But mother says I should be looking at stranger’s puppies. Especially not at my age.” Nash said in his most politest voice.
“Oh! Er .. ! Well, m’name’s Memo! Blab blab blab! We’re not strangers nah, are we!?!?!? A-blab blab blab!” He smiled in a strangely alluring way, perhaps down to the mouldy bread stuck in between his teeth.
“Well, mother says I shouldn’t look at puppies no matter who shows them to me. Even if they say it won’t hurt.” Nash beamed up at the tramp, he was a very polite young man.
“Righ’! Can you do sweets!?”
“Nossir”
“A ride in my car?!”
“Sorry sir, mother says no.”
“ ‘Ows about a quick game of ‘miniature golf’ behind them dustbins!? A-blab blab blab!” The tramp gave a wink.
“Well sir, my mother had never told me not to do that. It sounds like an adventure”
“Oohh-hoo-hooo! It will be, young’un!!!! It will be indeed!”
Little Johnny Nash, tramp in hand, made his way behind the dustbins.
After several seconds Johnny emerged victorious, urine-soaked and a little looser, something meowed from his rectal passage and a bedragled tail stuck out between his bum cheeks.
“A-hoo-hoo, young’un!” Memo the tramp roared, leaning back against the wall and lighting up. “Best game ‘o golf I’ve ‘ad all week! A veritable hole-in-one!!! A-blab-blab-blab!”
“But, sir, I do believe the monkey somewhat ruined our adventure.”
“Per’aps, lad! Per’aps!! But golf just ain’t golf wi’out a monkey grabbing your balls.”
And with a fading “Blab-blab-blab” the tramp was gone. Little Johnny sighed, climbed wearily over the back fence and walked back down the garden path, leaving a trail of various body fluids in his wake; the adventure was over.
But that afternoon Mr AJ the blacksmith had promised to show little Nash his red-hot rod. That was sure to be an adventure in itself.
Must try harder.
Sorray
Sorray
*shockingly gay overload*
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Most shockinglisety gay thing i've heard all day.
It wasn't THAT shockingly gay.
I've done better.
I've done better.
Now THEY were gay.
*remembers*
*remembers*
They WERE gay, weren't they.
*Reinforces mental block*
*Reinforces mental block*
*dies*
Thats the funniest thing i've seen all day.
*sends quotes to people on MSN*
good stuff FFF.
Thats the funniest thing i've seen all day.
*sends quotes to people on MSN*
good stuff FFF.
I'm just LOVING our use of caps.
(Was that camp? How camp? *scared*)
(Was that camp? How camp? *scared*)
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