a sense, we all were deluded into
eating green eggs and ham, Sam-I-am, you
said to Thing One and Thing Two.
The Rat in the Hat, when he
was conjured by a derro demonologist, abruptly
Vattnisse wrote: was conjured by a derro demonologist, abruptly cleaned the thorax of the Lorax then
proceded to shave him from head to
furry feet. "Look at this - it is
a bald Lorax, and a duckdog with
a platypus bill and frog like feet
he's a shoe-in for the long jump.
The 500 pimp hats of Bartholomew Cubbins
began running around on leathery club feet
like miniature deformed trolls wearing bowler hats
en route to the Ho-fest in Crete.
Once there, they intended to hook up
with the sleaziest greeziest wheeziest stank skanks
on this side of the global equator
because disease smorgasbords were what they were
, walking Petri dishes of ill repute destined
to no greater station than to serve
large doses of penicillin with their services.
However, the pimp hats were eager to
gather the money they felt was theirs
to win - after all, who else could
play the game with such style and
flair? Senor Carl Caliente thinks that it's
an indication of the pimp hats' ability
to hustle constantly, not knowing their numbers.
500 shall be the number of hats
501 is right out, 500 shall counteth,
but never counteth to 499. Nor should
thou counteth to 505. "That's hot," slurred
the drunken succubus in the cheerleader outfit
as her thaumaturgist consort looked longingly at
the suggestive outfits her sister succubi wore
- she was dressed as a stern librarian
that also happened to have demonic horns
and a razor-edged steel ruler, complimenting her
freshly manicured claws and 4" spiked heels.
"The penalty for late book returns is
spanking. Then the oral-.." Music obscured her
last utterances. "Ooooh", exclaimed the thaumaturge, "I've
always wanted oral--" Crash! Smash! "--from a
demonic servitor of Malcanthet! Just let me
check..... YES!, I have an overdue book!
"naught boy," she said, shapeshifting to greenhag
with a HUGE tumescent belly, swollen with
a litter of the damned, emerging from
her bellybutton with a chilling demonic chortle
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