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Carl mastodons diligently
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2004 10:30 am
When Carl saw the rate of growth of the green mastodon, he diligently double took before mounting and watering his shy and yet randy beast.
Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:04 pm
Bevan wiped ineffectually at the globules of saliva oozing placidly down his proboscus, his mullet bristled with fury, and he slapped Johnny Young.
Percy rogers again
Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 11:01 am
Percy, remorseless, briskly rogered the cat with a fig. The cat furrowed his brow with irritation, and filed a complaint with the Ombudsman.
Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2004 12:45 pm
Drifting downstream in his gaudily attired spongecake, Oliver dipped his paddle once again. Sobbing with mirth he collided brazenly with the oncoming pudding.
Jeff and Helga
Posted: Thu May 06, 2004 7:57 pm
Unusually late this time, Jeff the giant toad gnawed through Helga. Upset and hungry, she slapped the good-natured grin off his face, and enjoyed a good vigorous fit of laughter.
Posted: Thu May 20, 2004 12:51 pm
Grinning with boredom, George hammered lazily on Bruno's head with a four pound mallet. With a sigh of contempt Bruno's head became a terse pool of gore.
Raticus of Westinghouse
Posted: Fri May 21, 2004 1:41 am
Sneaking crustily through the unlit frozen chickens, Raticus of Westinghouse cursed the red necks in the crisper to a deep hard peeling and a trip to the couldren.
Posted: Wed May 26, 2004 12:21 pm
Matilda was an old, furry, orange dinosaur. Then when the cute little puppy licked her horns, she became angrily amused and skinned and cubed it.
Posted: Mon May 31, 2004 10:30 am
As the blonde frog tottered backwards into the prickly wet quiche, we realised many flies would be undone that night.
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 12:14 am
With his filthy mandibles embedded deeply into the buttocks of the local features journalist, Oliver paused for a moment to enjoy the view.
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 12:31 am
Downward, downward, downward, she spiralled, her hair becomming dishevelled in the whirlpool. That was the last time Delta Merriwether shoved her rubber melon into the bog.
Irkin the gherkin does the nasty
Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 6:51 pm
Irkin splashed furiously on the horn while the thoughtless potatoes jay-walked infront of his jar. Clouding his water with rage, he purposefully squished down hard on the accelerator, mashing a small purple congo into the sidewalk.
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2004 1:17 pm
With his demented buttocks writhing in a strangely self-aware fashion, Luke struggled in vain to regain control. With an almighty clench, he heroically wrested power from them at last, and began to feed them small shreds of lettuce. The small but feisty crowd heaved a sigh of relief.
Mice or men
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2004 2:15 pm
Fearing completion, Freeble tried to surreptitiously edge his way back to square 15. The runaway die collected him with full force, catapulting his plastic carcass through the air. Meeting his ultimate demise on the stairs, he oozed through the zig zags as an almighty cheer issued from the big cheese. The scrabblets cried.
Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2004 9:54 am
Afterwards, Darren and the woggle basked in the rain. Their relationship became sexual.