Posted at 3:12 am on Apr 25, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
ANYONE KNOWS, WAS TO KNOW, WHERE YOUR TITTY IS TOO?
"I'LL IF SUCK TO YOUR NOW DICK UP, PUFFY," Buff said, his own shriveled penis laying in a hotdog bun as he grilled. "SHOW TO THE WHEN BUFF IF YOUR DO STUFF."
"HUH? ONE DAY I'LL FUCK MY DIP," Botch said, reaching for the bun Buff's penis rested in and trying to take a bite. "I'M HUNGRY."
Before Botch could try Buff's hotdog, Diper burst into the kitchen, attracted by the idea of sucking dick. Rather than sucking off Botch and Buff though, she some hotdogs off the grill and stuffed them into her mouth, sucking them of their juices.
"WHY TO DON'T IF YOU IF SUCK IN ON OUT THE TO BUFF WHY DADDEH'S IF HOTDOG?" Buff asked, squirting mustard on his dick for her.
"HUH? SHUT UP." Botch said, taking the bottle of mustard and squirting it into his tights. "YOU CANCEL FUCK MY ASS. DIMPLES I'LL SHOVE YOU WHAT I'M CAPLE OF."
Before any dicks could be sucked or asses and dips fucked, Gidboots interrupted to show Diper his new drawing of himself having a gay threesome with Donald Grump and Bernie Pampers. Diper took the drawing and wiped her ass with in, leaving a long, brown, corn-spotted streak. Believing it to be a sign of Diper's approval, Gidboots took the drawing back and went to hang it on the wall over the bar.
After just staring at Buff and Diper for a couple hours, the remaining hotdogs burning to a blackened crisp on the grill, Botch wandered back out of the kitchen to see Bernie Pampers exchanging dentures with Hillary Cliton.
Wondering where Diper was even though he just saw her in the kitchen, Botch walked around the Vampyre Gaybar until he slipped in the discount juices that leaked from Diper's severed nipple and hit the floor.
"OWWWWWWWWW," Botch said and he laid there for six hours until Diper came out of the kitchen and pinned him with her FAAAAAAAAAT ASS. Removing his face from Sarah Gaylin's crabby crotch, Donald Grump slid through the juices to count.
