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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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gamezfreak wrote:
> rampant homosexual's everywhere.
Now, wherever did you get that idea from?
> rampant homosexual's everywhere.
Now, wherever did you get that idea from?
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> gamezfreak wrote:
> rampant homosexual's everywhere.
>
> Now, wherever did you get that idea from?}
Be nice
*flops wrist*
> gamezfreak wrote:
> rampant homosexual's everywhere.
>
> Now, wherever did you get that idea from?}
Be nice
*flops wrist*
Well word is....
Nash touches gerrid's meaty balls and spagghetti at night.
Nash touches gerrid's meaty balls and spagghetti at night.
How could Nash do this to me? Cheating!
Where is he? I WANT AN EXPLANATION AT ONCE!!
Where is he? I WANT AN EXPLANATION AT ONCE!!
I mean...erm....ewwww Nash and gerrid are homos
He's taking gerrod on a journey of men love.
No comment at this time.
Oh THERE you are. I won't accept this 'no comment'. Tell me! Tell me now! TAKE ME NOW NASH!! Er...*ahem* Yes. What have you got to say for yourself? I thought we only had each other.
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It's over, Mark.
It's over.
It's over, Mark.
It's over.
Hmm *Starts Gay-Brigade March*
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