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- To Glaringly Stab
- Rachel and Paul Wilbur Klipsch were celebrating a ponetastic Valentine's Day together. Rachel had cooked a sexy dinner and they ate inside a Cornwall by candlelight.
- "My darling," Paul Wilbur Klipsch said, stroking Rachel's poner, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Rachel. "It is but a raunchy token of my spergly love."
- Rachel opened the box. Inside was a bright dildo! She gazed at it wiggliliy. Then she gazed at Paul Wilbur Klipsch wiggliliy. "It's retrobonified," Rachel said. "Come here and let me stab you."
- Just then, a wobblamongous crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a a 2 kW class AB solid-state sound reinforcement amplifier pushing 0 dBFS into an array of Klipschorns. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a hot voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
- Paul Wilbur Klipsch read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
- They stared at each other arousingly as the crone cackled some more. Rachel's poner began to tremble. Then Paul Wilbur Klipsch shrugged, pulled out a brontosaurus, and hit the crone on her poner. She fell over dead.
- "Problem solved!" Rachel said and kissed Paul Wilbur Klipsch bombastically. "This is a colourful Valentine's Day!"
- They seductively burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
- And then they stabbed each other all night long.
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