Sentence story thread

Your mom was lookimg thicc, as usual.

after shitting the iron cast shit that had rusted at the terminal of my anal cavity, I proceeded to get ready for my trial.

Or at least that,s how I like to describe my urine;I'm a poet you see.

Cuthbert Bogtrotter looked at the squidgy map in his hands and felt sleepy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved dirty Falmouth with its envious, early estuaries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Daniel Rabbit. Daniel was a smart carer with moist moles and feathery fingers.
Cuthbert gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an incredible, noble, beer drinker with curvaceous moles and ugly fingers. His friends saw him as a purring, panicky painter. Once, he had even rescued a xyloid deaf person from a burning building.
But not even an incredible person who had once rescued a xyloid deaf person from a burning building, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.
The clouds danced like boating cats, making Cuthbert active.
As Cuthbert stepped outside and Daniel came closer, he could see the clever smile on his face.
"I am here because I want a kiss," Daniel bellowed, in a snooty tone. He slammed his fist against Cuthbert's chest, with the force of 529 blue bottles. "I frigging love you, Cuthbert Bogtrotter."
Cuthbert looked back, even more active and still fingering the squidgy map. "Daniel, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two blue-eyed, big badgers skipping at a very cold-blooded disco, which had flute music playing in the background and two deranged uncles dancing to the beat.
Cuthbert regarded Daniel's moist moles and feathery fingers. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Daniel.
"Please?" begged Cuthbert with puppy dog eyes.
Daniel looked calm, his body blushing like a bright, bulbous blade.
Then Daniel came inside for a nice drink of beer.

I was accused of a horrendous crime I did not commit

the slow murder of a stuttering walrus rapist

I actively support the rape of walruses, the disgusting creatures responsible for climate change, so I have no idea how this crime was pinned on me.

Of course now that I have been accused it has revealed the true nature of those around me; my 12 year old girlfriend is my last support system left

of course i could not see the urine, as i have inserted a dildo up my urethra.

Some find it odd that a 50 year old man with no job should, a.) be in a relationship with a minor, and b.) that that minor is, in fact, a Rhesus Macaque, but truthfully I'm more surprised that I found her employment as a women's hand model to begin with.

I try pulling it out to clean, to no avail. Fuck. It was stuck

So I pulled it off some more?

When I get to court there is no trial, instead they throw in a cell where 20 walruses gangbang me... justice of the people they call it. On that I swore revenge against all of walruskind.

Im pulling and pulling and finally it comes loose, blood spills out to the beautiful porcelain toilet.It is marred in blood. A pain ruptures through my body and I realize my dildo is pulling something else out alongside it!

My dick came off. I panic since I feel that I will become a full fledged trannie if I don't do something fast

IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING SNAKE

I got distracted and started playing Gta 3.

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That was before a I took a nice look at her hands. Soft, smooth, delectable. A rare beast. A creature that can make my wrinkly, decrepit penis feel young again