From: KILLME@killme.com (Rev. Sternodox)
Date: Tue, Jul 29, 2003
Somber Dries The Hoover Year
by Rev. Sternodox
Although Jones' favorite dish was wino vomit garnished
with cockroach
paste and stuffed into petrified mammoth testicles,
he decided that
tonight he would eat nine pounds of impacted fecal matter
extracted from
the heaving bowels of an overweight, dying hydroencephalic
Las Vegas poker
dealer. Lying on his semi-inflated life raft, floating
in his swimming
pool filled with blood, cum, piss and real real real
REAL runny shit that
had a lot of partially digested corn and green beans
in it, Jones pondered
his next move. He decided that, rather than buttfuck
a gelatinous mound of
whale sperm mixed with camel snot, he would simply fistfuck
a dead sea cow
and lick the resultant vaginal spum off his well-lubricated
arm. As he
contemplated this highly exciting prospect and got a
hard-on at the same
time, his portable phone rang suddenly. He answered
it and it was his next
door neighbor, who was a Southern Baptist preacher named
Smyth. "Are you
going to church with me today, my friend," said
Smyth, hopefully. "Fuck
your goddam asshole ragged with a tar-soaked telephone
pole that has been
liberally studded with bent, rusy nails you shit-begrimed
living example
of a chancre fucking retard," answered Jones. Before
Smyth had a chance to
react, Jones had activated the machinery beneath his
house that was
designed to dig under Smyth's house and release a flood
of his swimming
pool contents into the distraught preacher's living
room. But suddenly, as
the stream of aromatic shit, saliva, snot, buttfucked
piss and sea cow
vaginal spum squirted all over the poor Baptist preacher,
he all of a
sudden developed a craving to sit in the middle of the
stream and jack off
while imagining being shit upon by the entire boy's
choir of his parish.
As his excitement mounted, who should happen upon the
masturbating
preacher but the entire boy's choir, except they had
all been killed in a
bus crash that morning and it was right by this radiation
experiment place
and the radiation got out and mixed with their genes
and made them all
into living dead zombies that had a craving for Baptist
preacher rectum.
Smyth screamed as the zombies slowly wiped the delicious
layer of
excrement off his head and turned him over so they could
buttfuck him with
an industrial sized ground auger. As the slowly rotating
drill bit was
forcibly inserted into the preachers distended asshole,
the pain was such
that he was going to pass out but they injected eighty
hundred grams of
crystal methedrine into his testicles so he couldn't
pass out and then
they started to skin him alive and eat his flesh while
his wife was tied
up on the other side of the room and had her eyelids
surgically removed
and her head in a vice so she couldn't turn away and
had to watch as her
husband was slowly skinned alive while being buttfucked
by a drill wielded
by a bunch of zombie kids. But then she got real turned
on and suddenly
wished Jones would come over and fuck her in her not
yet healed
appendectomy slit and amazingly he actually came over
right then and did
it. And then Channel 7 showed up and put it all on the
six o-clock news
and almost everybody in the whole town jacked off when
they saw it.
The End
----------------------------------------------------------------------
From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
When Princess Wei got home, we both read this story,
and it got us so
hot, I swear to god, we ripped our clothes off and ran
into the bedroom
to fuck -- but I couldn't get her to cut my dick off.
PRUDE!! Do you
know where can I get an industrial sized ground auger,
where I won't
get ripped off? I feel like that nowadays, they're out
to get you on
those ground augers.
--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath
of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
PRABOB
Original file name: STERNO'S VERY BEST S#192F16.txt - converted on Saturday, 25 September 2004, 02:05
This page was created using TextToHTML. TextToHTML is a free software for Macintosh and is (c) 1995,1996 by Kris Coppieters