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**INSPECTOR GAYGET**
(For froots. R.I.P)
Inspector Gayget awoke, “Go Go Gayget Record Collection!” He bellowed. The boom-box in the corner spouted out some wanky-wanky euro-house on cue.
He rolled over with a sigh onto the barbed wire and various clamps from the night before and noticed the absence of a very bad smell. Someone was missing.
“NOOOOoooooo!” He cried, “My love has gone! But wait ... what’s this?” He pulled something out from inside him. He heard the front door shut. He leapt from the room.
Inspector Gayget sprinted down the street, fluffy bathrobe flying out behind him, and spotted his man.
“Go Go Gayget Poodle!” He screamed. A handy flap in the back of his trousers fell open and out crawled a poodle, slightly browned.
The man he was pursuing sensed the poodle’s presence and stopped. Even he, the mighty Memo, could not resist this powerful magnet of gayness. Dr. Hetero would not be pleased, but the ickle doogie woggie was sooo cute.
“Ah-ha!” Inspector Gayget said as he caught up with Memo, pushing the poodle back into his cavity. “You forgot your giant veiny green-plastic pulsating back-massager.”
“Thankyousomuch,” Memo said. He could feel himself falling in love with the Inspector. Dr. Hetero said this would happen, but Memo thought himself stronger than this. It seemed Gayget’s charm encompassed more than his Go Go Gayget Manhood.
“I’d really like to see you again,” Gayget said, “It would mean a lot to me.”
“Metoo.” Memo answered, his heart aflutter. “BeforeIgo ... onelastkiss?”
“(Go Go Gayget Tongue-Stud),” he whispered under his breath and leaned in.
At that moment a mighty roar erupted from the top of the road. Dr. Hetero’s man-car sped down towards the loved-up couple; his voice screeched over the loudspeaker system.
“Gayget, you are stronger than I thought. And Memo - you have disappointed me. I have no further use for you. DIE!”
A very tall, very attractive, woman (definitely not any female member of the forum) stepped out the car - totally nekkid and very pert.
“OH NO!” screamed Memo, staring at all the boobies and the lower-lady-parts. “WHAT DO I DO??!??!?!”
The woman strutted towards him. “Make me happy, Memo. “ She whispered.
“BUT I CAN’T!! I LIKE THE MEN!! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!” He collapsed to his knees, sobbing. “ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!” He fizzled slightly, then exploded in a puff of pink smoke. A few shiny feathers floated to the ground.
Gayget was not flustered. “Go Go Gayget Bloody Mary.” A Bloody Mary popped into his hand. The woman looked at him for a while then nodded to herself and turned away.
“DR. HETERO!” Gayget shouted, “You’ll never turn me! I’m as bent as a boomerang and that’s how it’s going to stay. You’re dreams of a straight world will never come to be. At least, not with me around.”
Dr. Hetero growled over the loudspeaker. “It seems that way, Gayget. You may have defeated me this time - I thought the humiliation of a one-night-stand may have beaten you. But it seems you are stronger than that. I can only make one promise - you WILL be turned.”
The car sped off in a cloud of manly black smoke.
Gayget sighed, he had been fooled again - another love lost.
“Go Go Gayget Sailor’s Uniform.” He mumbled and walked off to the nearest gay bar.
*END*
(For froots. R.I.P)
Inspector Gayget awoke, “Go Go Gayget Record Collection!” He bellowed. The boom-box in the corner spouted out some wanky-wanky euro-house on cue.
He rolled over with a sigh onto the barbed wire and various clamps from the night before and noticed the absence of a very bad smell. Someone was missing.
“NOOOOoooooo!” He cried, “My love has gone! But wait ... what’s this?” He pulled something out from inside him. He heard the front door shut. He leapt from the room.
Inspector Gayget sprinted down the street, fluffy bathrobe flying out behind him, and spotted his man.
“Go Go Gayget Poodle!” He screamed. A handy flap in the back of his trousers fell open and out crawled a poodle, slightly browned.
The man he was pursuing sensed the poodle’s presence and stopped. Even he, the mighty Memo, could not resist this powerful magnet of gayness. Dr. Hetero would not be pleased, but the ickle doogie woggie was sooo cute.
“Ah-ha!” Inspector Gayget said as he caught up with Memo, pushing the poodle back into his cavity. “You forgot your giant veiny green-plastic pulsating back-massager.”
“Thankyousomuch,” Memo said. He could feel himself falling in love with the Inspector. Dr. Hetero said this would happen, but Memo thought himself stronger than this. It seemed Gayget’s charm encompassed more than his Go Go Gayget Manhood.
“I’d really like to see you again,” Gayget said, “It would mean a lot to me.”
“Metoo.” Memo answered, his heart aflutter. “BeforeIgo ... onelastkiss?”
“(Go Go Gayget Tongue-Stud),” he whispered under his breath and leaned in.
At that moment a mighty roar erupted from the top of the road. Dr. Hetero’s man-car sped down towards the loved-up couple; his voice screeched over the loudspeaker system.
“Gayget, you are stronger than I thought. And Memo - you have disappointed me. I have no further use for you. DIE!”
A very tall, very attractive, woman (definitely not any female member of the forum) stepped out the car - totally nekkid and very pert.
“OH NO!” screamed Memo, staring at all the boobies and the lower-lady-parts. “WHAT DO I DO??!??!?!”
The woman strutted towards him. “Make me happy, Memo. “ She whispered.
“BUT I CAN’T!! I LIKE THE MEN!! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!” He collapsed to his knees, sobbing. “ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!” He fizzled slightly, then exploded in a puff of pink smoke. A few shiny feathers floated to the ground.
Gayget was not flustered. “Go Go Gayget Bloody Mary.” A Bloody Mary popped into his hand. The woman looked at him for a while then nodded to herself and turned away.
“DR. HETERO!” Gayget shouted, “You’ll never turn me! I’m as bent as a boomerang and that’s how it’s going to stay. You’re dreams of a straight world will never come to be. At least, not with me around.”
Dr. Hetero growled over the loudspeaker. “It seems that way, Gayget. You may have defeated me this time - I thought the humiliation of a one-night-stand may have beaten you. But it seems you are stronger than that. I can only make one promise - you WILL be turned.”
The car sped off in a cloud of manly black smoke.
Gayget sighed, he had been fooled again - another love lost.
“Go Go Gayget Sailor’s Uniform.” He mumbled and walked off to the nearest gay bar.
*END*
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I choosed secret invisible option c) like I always do
d) becuase I'm stupid
e) and that's why I'm dead.
d) becuase I'm stupid
e) and that's why I'm dead.
We will send highly trained experts to your house for a free lesson in how to answer multiple-choice questions.
You have no obligation to buy.
Although you have an obligation to learn.
Or bad things will happen.
You have no obligation to buy.
Although you have an obligation to learn.
Or bad things will happen.
I think a GREASE style thing, it could be called, “Lubricant”, or something.
I think The gay Little Rascals would be better.
Next story:
The Littlest Homo OR
Inspector Gayget?
The Littlest Homo OR
Inspector Gayget?
Fabulously homosexual efefef.
And yes, froots is dead.
And yes, froots is dead.
You didn't hear?
He dead.
Run over.
He dead.
Run over.
Wheres froots gone to?
Yeah, and then this other guy .. he came up to me and I was all like whatever in his face and then he
WAITANIMUTE!
This is my topic.
I must have wondered into it by mistake part-way through my hilarioud story.
Ah well.
Fuel my ego.
WAITANIMUTE!
This is my topic.
I must have wondered into it by mistake part-way through my hilarioud story.
Ah well.
Fuel my ego.
bUmp
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