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Sonun sits one out
Posted 10 years agoAs Sonuc crouched in the kitchen thinking about his past lives, his eyes dilated and pupils rippled across his smiling face. He knew it. He realized it just then. He knew it and he disappeared.
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Somewhere. In the forest. In this portrait of a home, were buckles' broken pipes and, not furniture, but curtains, book and TV. He was selling old Warheads sitting on a book for $6.58 apeice to some loathesome, lowly-looking chaps slapped in dapper wraps.
The door blasted open and busted shrapnel at the hinges, molten. Sonuc thumped across the room and approached the group looking like he hated buccles cause he did.
"Give me a black cherry". Sunces said.
"Sh-sh-s-s-s-s-sh-sh-sure". Bucules handed the last one over.
Out of the wrapper he popped her right in he did. No time to spare really.
He started fumbling his hands and his cheeks sucked in to the bone. His eyes rolled back for a sec while he groped around blindly as if looking for a long lost love in cave-darkness.
He snapped back to normal in an instant! Then he took the rest of the ripened candies and ran away.
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Somewhere. In the forest. In this portrait of a home, were buckles' broken pipes and, not furniture, but curtains, book and TV. He was selling old Warheads sitting on a book for $6.58 apeice to some loathesome, lowly-looking chaps slapped in dapper wraps.
The door blasted open and busted shrapnel at the hinges, molten. Sonuc thumped across the room and approached the group looking like he hated buccles cause he did.
"Give me a black cherry". Sunces said.
"Sh-sh-s-s-s-s-sh-sh-sure". Bucules handed the last one over.
Out of the wrapper he popped her right in he did. No time to spare really.
He started fumbling his hands and his cheeks sucked in to the bone. His eyes rolled back for a sec while he groped around blindly as if looking for a long lost love in cave-darkness.
He snapped back to normal in an instant! Then he took the rest of the ripened candies and ran away.
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: SOTFY
Posted 12 years agoSonuc the hodgepodge IN: Somewhere Over The Fuck You
"Hey my brother." Buckles fumbled.
"I just rollered my blades over to see if you want to watch Pop-up Video in 14 seconds, cause it will be on and its all-new dude!"
Sonuc's filthy mind was elsewhere but Buckles words made it through his rigorous firewalls somehow and he had actually heard him speaking.
Sonuc clicked his tongue repeatedly. Overwhelmed by rage he rolled his head back and screamed, peircing the dead silence of the entire municipality.
Buckles chirped, "Yikes!", as he grabbed a handful of warheads from the counter and Sonuc chased him at a good pace, 6 miles into the forest.
Anger had conquered the great blue and he started to ponder the way in which he would finally put his out-of-date, JnCo wearing, Buckles brother to rest. He considered it a few hours and it was time to tie the noose.
It would be decided via mortal arm-wrestling in the center of a 5 dimensional tesseract hypercube. No escape.
Buckles awoke in the multicore of the mirror-walled cubex.
The only rational objects available to him were his stone-faced blue brother and a table and chair.
"This is it." Sonche assailed.
"We will wrestle our arms and the loser becomes a fateless node in grid hell."
Buckles, without hesitation, did a stunning gold-medalist backflip from the expansive X axis to the kaleidoscopic Z. Landing, his radical shades flew off.
"Best 2 out of 3?" He bombarded.
Sonye seethed "No", and he slammed his elbow down to the table ready to take him on.
Buckless gripped his brothers hand and Soncu was about to start flexing but just then, Buckles smoked a shit-load of cigarettes!
Completely detained by nicotine, he was immovable.
Sonuc was wrecked forcelessly.
And what was this smearing of the ancient crease!?
Snon knew these tips and tricks were nearly 20 years old. He had lost and was ashame.
The gridglob enumerated and burst and the sound of ocean waves and birds and that type of shit could be heard.
Buckles popped his collars, walked away and never looked back.
But then he did look back and he grabbed his shades and he said
"So the real secret is this: Muk is my favorite pokemon. Not Kingler. Hes just a frontman for the real shit. And now you know my darkest secret." as he turned to walk away.
Sonuc binged rings for weeks and gained 40 pounds.
"Hey my brother." Buckles fumbled.
"I just rollered my blades over to see if you want to watch Pop-up Video in 14 seconds, cause it will be on and its all-new dude!"
Sonuc's filthy mind was elsewhere but Buckles words made it through his rigorous firewalls somehow and he had actually heard him speaking.
Sonuc clicked his tongue repeatedly. Overwhelmed by rage he rolled his head back and screamed, peircing the dead silence of the entire municipality.
Buckles chirped, "Yikes!", as he grabbed a handful of warheads from the counter and Sonuc chased him at a good pace, 6 miles into the forest.
Anger had conquered the great blue and he started to ponder the way in which he would finally put his out-of-date, JnCo wearing, Buckles brother to rest. He considered it a few hours and it was time to tie the noose.
It would be decided via mortal arm-wrestling in the center of a 5 dimensional tesseract hypercube. No escape.
Buckles awoke in the multicore of the mirror-walled cubex.
The only rational objects available to him were his stone-faced blue brother and a table and chair.
"This is it." Sonche assailed.
"We will wrestle our arms and the loser becomes a fateless node in grid hell."
Buckles, without hesitation, did a stunning gold-medalist backflip from the expansive X axis to the kaleidoscopic Z. Landing, his radical shades flew off.
"Best 2 out of 3?" He bombarded.
Sonye seethed "No", and he slammed his elbow down to the table ready to take him on.
Buckless gripped his brothers hand and Soncu was about to start flexing but just then, Buckles smoked a shit-load of cigarettes!
Completely detained by nicotine, he was immovable.
Sonuc was wrecked forcelessly.
And what was this smearing of the ancient crease!?
Snon knew these tips and tricks were nearly 20 years old. He had lost and was ashame.
The gridglob enumerated and burst and the sound of ocean waves and birds and that type of shit could be heard.
Buckles popped his collars, walked away and never looked back.
But then he did look back and he grabbed his shades and he said
"So the real secret is this: Muk is my favorite pokemon. Not Kingler. Hes just a frontman for the real shit. And now you know my darkest secret." as he turned to walk away.
Sonuc binged rings for weeks and gained 40 pounds.
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Posted 15 years ago'eah? an' but i got s'm shit up m'sleeves. shit that tale doesnt even know about.
he always was in the way.
he'll make a fine wine
for the depths of our lands skin deep.
bleed 'im dry, he's had more than enough chance.
i'll plan m'next move over the planted seed of his bones.
a buckles too, is even more of a shit. maybe.
he always was in the way.
he'll make a fine wine
for the depths of our lands skin deep.
bleed 'im dry, he's had more than enough chance.
i'll plan m'next move over the planted seed of his bones.
a buckles too, is even more of a shit. maybe.
sunk is sorry
Posted 15 years agoSuch creeps weeping were a sight to seeth. Sonucs ground was a plastersplat of fucking wreckage.
WHUM WHARE? his fingers traced every single line in the hoard but there wasnt a damn dot.
sonuc screamed with rippling neck tarsles
SALMANDORA IS GONE GONE!
sonuc threw himself over the teakettle and burnt his ribs in freestyle dance. He just went for it I guess
"she isnt in her stinkhole like a pink peter? "
tal wondered with a grim look like he farted
"tale i know what you look like you did." tale looked like sonuc beat him for it.
Crazed and horrible, sonuc streamlined his workload and finished the beating on time to make it to the stoneyard before sundown
he left the brittle boner to bleed by himself
WHUM WHARE? his fingers traced every single line in the hoard but there wasnt a damn dot.
sonuc screamed with rippling neck tarsles
SALMANDORA IS GONE GONE!
sonuc threw himself over the teakettle and burnt his ribs in freestyle dance. He just went for it I guess
"she isnt in her stinkhole like a pink peter? "
tal wondered with a grim look like he farted
"tale i know what you look like you did." tale looked like sonuc beat him for it.
Crazed and horrible, sonuc streamlined his workload and finished the beating on time to make it to the stoneyard before sundown
he left the brittle boner to bleed by himself
whered you put it
Posted 15 years agogive it back
soncuc
Posted 16 years agowhat
what
this is tale where is songuc
hes not in his webcage
sonuc i made dinner
sonuc i lied
what
this is tale where is songuc
hes not in his webcage
sonuc i made dinner
sonuc i lied
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: RUARR OR: TNOAMS 1
Posted 16 years agoSonuc's A Hodgepodge ing:
Reached Upon A Realest Rascal, OR: The Night of a million Subplots
PART ONE
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Sonuc streched them all, his only act of missed error. His mind's glance posed a breach on
a little foolish one, stood upon his outer grasses, a look of never in his quarters.
Tails was preached and houred, a real gentle's man upon the field. He gripped his only way
and thrumped it like a king's triumph. Sonuc gristled the faulty orb, and gunned a peek
at that Plower.
"Oh me, my tails" Sonuc crumpered. "I think i'll toss this from my own book of rejection."
Sonuc bustled into a quarter-toss, and wrangled the ball into Tail's hungry court. Tails
fluttered his striker like a man in the world, and plundered the only way. The sphere
consumed the distance of fourty flights, and landed its way upon the lifting glasses of
a home in the towers.
Also sonuc threw a ball and tails hit it with a bat it broke a window!
"Tails you old frowner" Sonuc puked. "you've really broke a window this time!"
Tails knew all about doing that, he just did it! he just fucking broke that window.
"well it better not be oh oh it is!" sonuc retorted. "you just know this! i've watched your
every move you shit, and i have notes!"
Sonuc gave tails a list of ways to better himself.
1. you fuck
2. the hell you did
3. broke a window
4. god dammit
5. ASS. HOLE.
"well maybe sonuc its your fault" tails creamed. Sonuc sure gave that a look. Tails knew
his shits were numbered all the way.
"you'll get my revenge, tails, we'll see to this." sonuc lead.
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in the outfield, buckles crumbled. "this is the worst way i've played water t-ball!"
and he waltzed his glutes to the nearest his house could be found. right in the corner he
saw his Stream, a look of pointlessness filling her cavities. "babe i've had it rougher" he
whimpered, knee deep in her flooded juices.
Stream knew this little gay's game.
he wanted some sex, no doubt of the use-a-discarded-gogurt-as-a-condom variety.
but stream was tired and hungry and on three kinds of periods, so she just pretended to be
sleeping.
"c'mon my truest darling! lets pump up the volume!" Buckles pleaded.
"can you see i am pretending to sleep any man can see this" stream thought out loud.
"well i'll always break up with you like a real boy" Buckles noted.
Stream thought about this, a powerful ringing through her womb.
"i'll get the paperwork right now you fucking asshole, you suck so hard what is wrong with
your shit i mean christ its not the fucking ninties get a life get a job you cunt
really do you think you are hot shit you are a real faggot choke on an ass"
buckles crackered, his lungs full of ass
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"tails you will work your little butchers mound to its bone for this one" Sonuc lectured.
he led the fucker to the location of his latest folly, and removed the door. "get me a break
already" Tails horked.
Soon a figure followed the doorway. "Oh it is brother Chateau, what in the god" Sonuc smiled.
Chateau smiled his trillion dollar smile, lifting the weights of his mansion.
His every word dripped caviar from his lips, and the stench of his yauchts dripped from his
groin, like a decaying tiger's final meal exposed from the depths of its bellows.
"bruther sonuck its really my plesure how its been" he smoothed.
The more his brother spoke, the more Sonuc's bank account grew.
"well it's rather shitting, my co-spawn" Sonuc barked. "this old packer busted your joint
and he's bound to half his dues" he fumbled, coaxing to the Plower.
Tails snikked a little hiss, only to have his ruffles gaged by Sonucs steady handle.
"the cunt'll share your ails till the dues are met" Sonuc gassed.
"orgasmic!" Chateau willed. "come on my little standard, give a fellow a little bit!"
Tails grimaced a toothy shaunter, and whisked his scrapping gait to the latest march.
"oh do bother my Sonuc, how is brother Buckles?" chateau procured.
Sonuc kicked chateaus ass "FUCK YOU" and he left
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Stream wandered her willowy hands towards the remote, and blasted the realest wave at her
setbox.
Buckles had his wiry little sega ass kicked out of the house, and now stream had only the
shit of her favorite the television on his mind.
and no sooner had she fucked it up than did she run amuck a station with the raddest of blues.
Stream bitched that volume louder with her bitchy little bitch fingers, and heard it's plea:
" They touched our souls, and collapsed our skulls, but whatever became of them?
find out tonight on -
'they touched our souls and collapsed our skulls but whatever became of them on VH1'
"tonight we want to talk about a real hunk of ass-blast, the cult Corpsecore Undeath Metal group
PLAQUEHEART. Formed by frontman "Wanksgard 'Dickwall' Robulshnick" and his college roomates,
Plaqueheart quickly became a staple of really bad teen radio of southern Ribaldikstan.
The group was at the top of its shitmountain in the very deepsest age of the Ribaldikstan
Revolution, as seen in this archive clip of Robulshnick himself:
"we're doink best of any babes i know! i sleep with 10, 20, maybe 30, 80, possible 99 women
every morning. is incredible these women! i know, i am there! these women, have 80 orgasm,
maybe more! bandmates have so many addiction but is good news! i have sex like righteous star!"
Unfortunately, no band gets on this show without having some for real shit go down. And these fags
faced. some. shit.
more on this after two men ordering food with catchy napoleon dynamite dialogue at sonic the restaurant dot com
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meanwhile, tails was up to his ass in washing Chateau's ministry.
"child there are rules in my home. these are real, no joke!" chateau cried as he lifted a list
of really some pretty clear bullshit.
tails just soaked in it as Chateau read his woes:
"number one: when washing a dish, the child will wear a child's dishing man's garment (thong).
number two: if the child is dusting, the child will be attired with a gentleman's dust ascot (thong).
number three: the child will wear the appropriate suiting (thong) for his current task, or the child
will be issued a secondary, punishment attire (thong). should the child repeat any offense, additional
action (thongs) will be taken.
number four: every action has an equal and fitting reaction (thong)..."
and the list just went on and on like this.
soon tails was issued a real boy's working garter (thong) and sent to work threading
Chateau's drapes while wearing the draping attire (thong) in accordance. "boy do i hate this!" tails grumbled.
"boy that's the last of it! i'll take no handy-backing in my home, and you will get it"
Chateau boomed as he issued the child a backtalking restraint (thong).
"now thread those drapes like a real provocative fellow!" Chateau followed up.
Tails was HAVING THIS SHIT AND TAKING IT TOO
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Just as this was, Sonuc worked his way back to the hodgey household. perhaps he'd make a
real deal with his sallymander.
He worked his way through some doors, and fuck he shouted this: "SALLY I HAVE CALLED FOR YOU"
But there was not a whisper to be known.
Before Sonuc could even manage, he realised the deepest deeps of this drought:
"but of course, the sallymander is at the cleaners for her midnight dusting this month"
With Tails and Sallymander gone, It was then he noted he had sent away his only means,
and his little grumbles were up to him with it.
"well isnt this a bitches welcome" he crescendo'd.
It was with this that he spotted a nestled Kramy, the birth of sleep upon her bussom.
"oh i've sunk lower" he noted, as he crestled to the ends of her.
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During the whole of this, the commercials had gave way to knew lights for Stream, and her
setbox gave her the real-world rustle:
"welcome back! this show was cancelled but it's replacement show will finish things up...
So as we last left Plaqueheart they were doing it like a scotsman, really hard and all the time.
but with the invasion of Ribaldikstan by neighboring habitment West Brudlesvicht, their home country
was tossed into turmoil.
Robulshnick commented "this is sort of bullshit"
"with the overthrowing of his people, the murder of his bandmates, and the breaking of his fingers
by a Brudlesvicht collection agency, Robulshnick's shit-stew got stirred right quick.
Forlorn and assbroken, he fled to America, where he hoped to find a new start at burger king,
but this was a lofty goal not soon reached. Vh1 has little to no information on his current wherabouts,
other than his Phone and Social Security numbers, which we will now post onscreen so viewers
may send their encouraging hatemail/identity thefts. Join us next week as we discuss
the end of indie darling 'Creed'."
"a tortured soul undifferent of mine" Stream willowed, and she gave that Robulshnick cunt
a total phone call.
Robulshnick picked up the line, and upon hearing a female voice, immediately came.
"AAAUUUUGH OH PLEASE PLEASE TO BE DATING. Are you fine with 2 dates? I could have up to
a million dates, please!" he whined amidst his orgasm.
"ew holy shit nevermind" Stream vomited, and that was the end of that, or she figured.
Robulshnick however was too desperate to give up that easily, and quickly traced the number.
His bags already pre-packed, he left his apartment complex and walked the long distance to the
hodgy neighborhood.
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Back at the Mansióne ála de Chateáu, Tails was really fucking it. He knew Chateau
had a pecker's eye on his salty loins, and he was steamed right out.
However, the whelp had no choice but to mince and mean every corner of the hodge's
stately home.
"Child, i must better myself in my defecationary ward, you mean to the fishes tanks while
i am disposed." Chateau spoke as he waltzed to the near-room.
Tails humped at the chance to make his move. He wrestled the phone from its bony casing
and choked the number to Sonuc's own house.
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Sonuc had long given up trying to find any sort of orifice on the Kramy's self that
he would dare near, instead resting himself to quiet abandon with his own self.
Just amidst his warrior's cry, he heard the screech of his telebastard.
Angrier than most, he slipped the foul porker through his way. "WHAT IS IN YOUR HEAD TO DO
THIS PHONE CALL?" he breached.
Tails whistled a cauchy reply "Sonuc, this man has real choices, i think he'd to flay me!"
Sonuc gruumed. "Geeeeet off of me, you old little randler, i've known that hodge since i've
been a runner! now leave me to my loathings!" and he hung that phone up just with a snap.
But before he could even return to his meaty throughs, he heard a husky's wail from
the nearest home.
"what troubles my wheels in this day" he rushed.
Sonuc peeked through his windween to see a loathsome old hatch, his nose-tassles glowering
against the world's will. Before he could retreat his leaking barters, the fucker took a notice.
"Hello, i'm news in neihborshood. you have time to invite yourself to dinner once?" Robulshnick beamed.
"If i ever neared you i'd end it all, you look like a real grade-A piece of DICK." Sonuc pined.
Robulshnick but chuckled. "you've really sensed my humor, friend. i'll meet you at 8!"
Sonuc threw up at least once or twice.
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Alone and full of Surge, Buckles crashed dormant on his righty bedwards.
"what do i do now this is a harder question than who shot mr. burns" Buckles referenced.
He reasoned his only way was to talk to another, but those wouldnt.
"oh i've got it all now" he reached, lifting his phone to give a real shot at it.
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Tails quickly shifted to his Phone-mans pouch (thong) so he may retrieve the shrieking
plastic. "hello alright this is chateau's real house i'm answering a phone" tails yipped.
"oh hey my lightest fellow, i was to call for my brother! what in the fucking hell are
you at his place for you little orange baby." Buckles proclaimed.
Tails new better than to deal with this sinewy Slap Bracelet, but he was really sick of
Chateau Pedding his Philes. "ok buckles and ok buckles good! you're really gonna tell me out
of this place, chateau has a string of fractures!"
"aw brother chateaus a real dude my dogg dont i know it. wheres he to tempt you?"
"listen buckles. listen buckles you fucking hell. i have been made to chance this mans
grosses. i will not near them again!"
Buckles shittered. "i'd never imagine brother hodge to do such a thing, i think you are mostly a
faggot kid." he shouted as he Jim Carried the phone back to its holster.
"of all the worst" tails muttered, not glimpsing the impeding Chateau upon his fellowy selves.
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to be construed...
Reached Upon A Realest Rascal, OR: The Night of a million Subplots
PART ONE
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Sonuc streched them all, his only act of missed error. His mind's glance posed a breach on
a little foolish one, stood upon his outer grasses, a look of never in his quarters.
Tails was preached and houred, a real gentle's man upon the field. He gripped his only way
and thrumped it like a king's triumph. Sonuc gristled the faulty orb, and gunned a peek
at that Plower.
"Oh me, my tails" Sonuc crumpered. "I think i'll toss this from my own book of rejection."
Sonuc bustled into a quarter-toss, and wrangled the ball into Tail's hungry court. Tails
fluttered his striker like a man in the world, and plundered the only way. The sphere
consumed the distance of fourty flights, and landed its way upon the lifting glasses of
a home in the towers.
Also sonuc threw a ball and tails hit it with a bat it broke a window!
"Tails you old frowner" Sonuc puked. "you've really broke a window this time!"
Tails knew all about doing that, he just did it! he just fucking broke that window.
"well it better not be oh oh it is!" sonuc retorted. "you just know this! i've watched your
every move you shit, and i have notes!"
Sonuc gave tails a list of ways to better himself.
1. you fuck
2. the hell you did
3. broke a window
4. god dammit
5. ASS. HOLE.
"well maybe sonuc its your fault" tails creamed. Sonuc sure gave that a look. Tails knew
his shits were numbered all the way.
"you'll get my revenge, tails, we'll see to this." sonuc lead.
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in the outfield, buckles crumbled. "this is the worst way i've played water t-ball!"
and he waltzed his glutes to the nearest his house could be found. right in the corner he
saw his Stream, a look of pointlessness filling her cavities. "babe i've had it rougher" he
whimpered, knee deep in her flooded juices.
Stream knew this little gay's game.
he wanted some sex, no doubt of the use-a-discarded-gogurt-as-a-condom variety.
but stream was tired and hungry and on three kinds of periods, so she just pretended to be
sleeping.
"c'mon my truest darling! lets pump up the volume!" Buckles pleaded.
"can you see i am pretending to sleep any man can see this" stream thought out loud.
"well i'll always break up with you like a real boy" Buckles noted.
Stream thought about this, a powerful ringing through her womb.
"i'll get the paperwork right now you fucking asshole, you suck so hard what is wrong with
your shit i mean christ its not the fucking ninties get a life get a job you cunt
really do you think you are hot shit you are a real faggot choke on an ass"
buckles crackered, his lungs full of ass
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"tails you will work your little butchers mound to its bone for this one" Sonuc lectured.
he led the fucker to the location of his latest folly, and removed the door. "get me a break
already" Tails horked.
Soon a figure followed the doorway. "Oh it is brother Chateau, what in the god" Sonuc smiled.
Chateau smiled his trillion dollar smile, lifting the weights of his mansion.
His every word dripped caviar from his lips, and the stench of his yauchts dripped from his
groin, like a decaying tiger's final meal exposed from the depths of its bellows.
"bruther sonuck its really my plesure how its been" he smoothed.
The more his brother spoke, the more Sonuc's bank account grew.
"well it's rather shitting, my co-spawn" Sonuc barked. "this old packer busted your joint
and he's bound to half his dues" he fumbled, coaxing to the Plower.
Tails snikked a little hiss, only to have his ruffles gaged by Sonucs steady handle.
"the cunt'll share your ails till the dues are met" Sonuc gassed.
"orgasmic!" Chateau willed. "come on my little standard, give a fellow a little bit!"
Tails grimaced a toothy shaunter, and whisked his scrapping gait to the latest march.
"oh do bother my Sonuc, how is brother Buckles?" chateau procured.
Sonuc kicked chateaus ass "FUCK YOU" and he left
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Stream wandered her willowy hands towards the remote, and blasted the realest wave at her
setbox.
Buckles had his wiry little sega ass kicked out of the house, and now stream had only the
shit of her favorite the television on his mind.
and no sooner had she fucked it up than did she run amuck a station with the raddest of blues.
Stream bitched that volume louder with her bitchy little bitch fingers, and heard it's plea:
" They touched our souls, and collapsed our skulls, but whatever became of them?
find out tonight on -
'they touched our souls and collapsed our skulls but whatever became of them on VH1'
"tonight we want to talk about a real hunk of ass-blast, the cult Corpsecore Undeath Metal group
PLAQUEHEART. Formed by frontman "Wanksgard 'Dickwall' Robulshnick" and his college roomates,
Plaqueheart quickly became a staple of really bad teen radio of southern Ribaldikstan.
The group was at the top of its shitmountain in the very deepsest age of the Ribaldikstan
Revolution, as seen in this archive clip of Robulshnick himself:
"we're doink best of any babes i know! i sleep with 10, 20, maybe 30, 80, possible 99 women
every morning. is incredible these women! i know, i am there! these women, have 80 orgasm,
maybe more! bandmates have so many addiction but is good news! i have sex like righteous star!"
Unfortunately, no band gets on this show without having some for real shit go down. And these fags
faced. some. shit.
more on this after two men ordering food with catchy napoleon dynamite dialogue at sonic the restaurant dot com
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meanwhile, tails was up to his ass in washing Chateau's ministry.
"child there are rules in my home. these are real, no joke!" chateau cried as he lifted a list
of really some pretty clear bullshit.
tails just soaked in it as Chateau read his woes:
"number one: when washing a dish, the child will wear a child's dishing man's garment (thong).
number two: if the child is dusting, the child will be attired with a gentleman's dust ascot (thong).
number three: the child will wear the appropriate suiting (thong) for his current task, or the child
will be issued a secondary, punishment attire (thong). should the child repeat any offense, additional
action (thongs) will be taken.
number four: every action has an equal and fitting reaction (thong)..."
and the list just went on and on like this.
soon tails was issued a real boy's working garter (thong) and sent to work threading
Chateau's drapes while wearing the draping attire (thong) in accordance. "boy do i hate this!" tails grumbled.
"boy that's the last of it! i'll take no handy-backing in my home, and you will get it"
Chateau boomed as he issued the child a backtalking restraint (thong).
"now thread those drapes like a real provocative fellow!" Chateau followed up.
Tails was HAVING THIS SHIT AND TAKING IT TOO
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Just as this was, Sonuc worked his way back to the hodgey household. perhaps he'd make a
real deal with his sallymander.
He worked his way through some doors, and fuck he shouted this: "SALLY I HAVE CALLED FOR YOU"
But there was not a whisper to be known.
Before Sonuc could even manage, he realised the deepest deeps of this drought:
"but of course, the sallymander is at the cleaners for her midnight dusting this month"
With Tails and Sallymander gone, It was then he noted he had sent away his only means,
and his little grumbles were up to him with it.
"well isnt this a bitches welcome" he crescendo'd.
It was with this that he spotted a nestled Kramy, the birth of sleep upon her bussom.
"oh i've sunk lower" he noted, as he crestled to the ends of her.
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During the whole of this, the commercials had gave way to knew lights for Stream, and her
setbox gave her the real-world rustle:
"welcome back! this show was cancelled but it's replacement show will finish things up...
So as we last left Plaqueheart they were doing it like a scotsman, really hard and all the time.
but with the invasion of Ribaldikstan by neighboring habitment West Brudlesvicht, their home country
was tossed into turmoil.
Robulshnick commented "this is sort of bullshit"
"with the overthrowing of his people, the murder of his bandmates, and the breaking of his fingers
by a Brudlesvicht collection agency, Robulshnick's shit-stew got stirred right quick.
Forlorn and assbroken, he fled to America, where he hoped to find a new start at burger king,
but this was a lofty goal not soon reached. Vh1 has little to no information on his current wherabouts,
other than his Phone and Social Security numbers, which we will now post onscreen so viewers
may send their encouraging hatemail/identity thefts. Join us next week as we discuss
the end of indie darling 'Creed'."
"a tortured soul undifferent of mine" Stream willowed, and she gave that Robulshnick cunt
a total phone call.
Robulshnick picked up the line, and upon hearing a female voice, immediately came.
"AAAUUUUGH OH PLEASE PLEASE TO BE DATING. Are you fine with 2 dates? I could have up to
a million dates, please!" he whined amidst his orgasm.
"ew holy shit nevermind" Stream vomited, and that was the end of that, or she figured.
Robulshnick however was too desperate to give up that easily, and quickly traced the number.
His bags already pre-packed, he left his apartment complex and walked the long distance to the
hodgy neighborhood.
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Back at the Mansióne ála de Chateáu, Tails was really fucking it. He knew Chateau
had a pecker's eye on his salty loins, and he was steamed right out.
However, the whelp had no choice but to mince and mean every corner of the hodge's
stately home.
"Child, i must better myself in my defecationary ward, you mean to the fishes tanks while
i am disposed." Chateau spoke as he waltzed to the near-room.
Tails humped at the chance to make his move. He wrestled the phone from its bony casing
and choked the number to Sonuc's own house.
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Sonuc had long given up trying to find any sort of orifice on the Kramy's self that
he would dare near, instead resting himself to quiet abandon with his own self.
Just amidst his warrior's cry, he heard the screech of his telebastard.
Angrier than most, he slipped the foul porker through his way. "WHAT IS IN YOUR HEAD TO DO
THIS PHONE CALL?" he breached.
Tails whistled a cauchy reply "Sonuc, this man has real choices, i think he'd to flay me!"
Sonuc gruumed. "Geeeeet off of me, you old little randler, i've known that hodge since i've
been a runner! now leave me to my loathings!" and he hung that phone up just with a snap.
But before he could even return to his meaty throughs, he heard a husky's wail from
the nearest home.
"what troubles my wheels in this day" he rushed.
Sonuc peeked through his windween to see a loathsome old hatch, his nose-tassles glowering
against the world's will. Before he could retreat his leaking barters, the fucker took a notice.
"Hello, i'm news in neihborshood. you have time to invite yourself to dinner once?" Robulshnick beamed.
"If i ever neared you i'd end it all, you look like a real grade-A piece of DICK." Sonuc pined.
Robulshnick but chuckled. "you've really sensed my humor, friend. i'll meet you at 8!"
Sonuc threw up at least once or twice.
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Alone and full of Surge, Buckles crashed dormant on his righty bedwards.
"what do i do now this is a harder question than who shot mr. burns" Buckles referenced.
He reasoned his only way was to talk to another, but those wouldnt.
"oh i've got it all now" he reached, lifting his phone to give a real shot at it.
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Tails quickly shifted to his Phone-mans pouch (thong) so he may retrieve the shrieking
plastic. "hello alright this is chateau's real house i'm answering a phone" tails yipped.
"oh hey my lightest fellow, i was to call for my brother! what in the fucking hell are
you at his place for you little orange baby." Buckles proclaimed.
Tails new better than to deal with this sinewy Slap Bracelet, but he was really sick of
Chateau Pedding his Philes. "ok buckles and ok buckles good! you're really gonna tell me out
of this place, chateau has a string of fractures!"
"aw brother chateaus a real dude my dogg dont i know it. wheres he to tempt you?"
"listen buckles. listen buckles you fucking hell. i have been made to chance this mans
grosses. i will not near them again!"
Buckles shittered. "i'd never imagine brother hodge to do such a thing, i think you are mostly a
faggot kid." he shouted as he Jim Carried the phone back to its holster.
"of all the worst" tails muttered, not glimpsing the impeding Chateau upon his fellowy selves.
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Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: WMOWLTMLMT
Posted 17 years agoWith more or with less the most least marvelous tale.
Sonuc was just getting home from work, but he realized he had forgotten his main apparatus at the office. This of course being his USB dongle goblin. Now he would have no way of preloading his hard drive to the his systems mainframe, without hacking one million gigabytes. “Forsooth, I shall sumok.” He licked. Tails was happy to be being licked by Sonuc, but Sonuc was not sincere. These licks he shared with Tails’ asshole were licks bringing him so on and so forth closer to Tails’ USB dongle goblin. Sonuc of course was only putting through Tails’ croons and wriggles so he would at once emerge, having detailed his commandeering of every single household USB dongle goblin. Kramy was next. And then Sallymander…and at last. Himself. But he thought not of that now. He was swilling the taste of Tails’ asshole with every stepping bettle he tongued the ferocious outcrop of an anus. “THAT SHALL BE FINE.” Sonuc decided out-loud.
“Give me your dongle goblin.” Sonuc demanded as willing as a sheep to be shorn. Tails then plopped his fat, buttery, dongle goblin right out on top. Sonuc eyed it, like a captain eyes his first mate. “Sonuc took it.” Sonuc said as he took it. And then he had it. This was of course his plan all along, and the smile he wore now, was as immense as imagining the loudness of the sound of the suns infinite fire eroding in space. “I must move on.” Sonuc clucked. He had a long road ahead of him though. He may have made camp, but he was stuck in a pool of Tail cum, and his anguish bloomed when he began to realized it was all his fault to begin with. Once he had escaped the perilous pool of purged pleasure, he stalltered to the halberss bow, and made quick work of the coat of semen he had pulled along. Sheepishly he took the dongle goblin from his pocket and witnessed it moving through time for a few moments. He now would be able to complete his office work from home, just like Tandylock Marmermount. “CURSE YOU TANDY.” Sonuc bellowed through his hate-face. “Always getting ahead at work by filing from home.” He was mumbling solemnly, cursing Tandy, and his dongle goblin. “I will need more dongle goblins if I am to win this race of fools.” He entrailed. “I must find Kramy and her dongle goblin will be mine for the raping.” Kramy was asleep up the stairs a million floors, but she had no guess as to who was rap rap rapping at her chamber door. She had so few guesses in fact; that she avoided guessing all together, she instead assumed it was no one, like in the storybook. But she would soon find a world of things so steep and frumious, on the other side of that door, after she opened it she would never recover.
The door opened. “HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT RAPE SONUC RAPES MY CUNT.” She wailed pleasurably as Sonuc raped her ass. “You’re a worthless.” He managed to breathe to her. “I have raped your ass, cunt.” Sonuc was speaking in tongues so there is no way she would have understood any of that. “Release my cunt, you famous atrocity.” She mourned, but she hoped it would never end, her cunt felt so good. Her face was flush red as she urged Sonuc to quit the rape. But Sonuc hadn’t quite reached her dongle goblin yet. It was a mere slimly slip away from his longest fingur. He pounded in and out smoothly with the skill of the most derelict male prostitute that had seen one million miles of asscunt on any given Sunday. Kramy peaked and came soundly, like a baby. This is when he reached for the dongle goblin and grasped it roughly as he came and filled her ass sweetly with love and a parched sense of mortality, as his cum is more toxic than a Swedish chupacabra bite. “You met my deeper end this day Kramy.” He said with regret. But she was already in a numb motionless state due to the neurotoxin in Sonucs cum taking effect. It bubbled from her, warm, and bloody. “A picture perfect woman you are.” He spoke as he slammed the door out of glee. She lay there, consciously suffocating in a toxic mind mush. She finally got what she deserved.
Elsewhere, Sonuc descended a million floors, to the front room. Now he sequestered Sallymander’s USB dongle goblin. She was of course asleep. Like usual. Sonuc leapt from the stairs into her cocoon and wrapped his lips abound her neck, as to not arouse suspicion. She stirred once or twice, but a grope or two of her lizardly loins was enough to bed her back down into her ground shaking slumber. Sonuc clumb from the cocoon, dongle goblin in hand, taking an hours time, just to be safe. He was slick enough. She didn’t wake. Now it was down to him. He relished in how close he was to the end of his quest for all the donglobins, but he was the last one left, and then he would have them all. His was at his office. And he knew that. But there was no way to get back. The bridge collapsed as the bus drove over it on his way home. There was no turning back. He had collected all the goblins in his home. Tails drowned in his own cum, Kramy was most likely dead, and Sallymander might as well be. He decided his dongle goblin collection was elaborate enough already, so he began to string them together and make the supreme USB Wangle Gavin device. Capable of mainstreaming gigabytes and wormholes straight to the mainframe through its data uplink within its serial port.
Sonuc was just getting home from work, but he realized he had forgotten his main apparatus at the office. This of course being his USB dongle goblin. Now he would have no way of preloading his hard drive to the his systems mainframe, without hacking one million gigabytes. “Forsooth, I shall sumok.” He licked. Tails was happy to be being licked by Sonuc, but Sonuc was not sincere. These licks he shared with Tails’ asshole were licks bringing him so on and so forth closer to Tails’ USB dongle goblin. Sonuc of course was only putting through Tails’ croons and wriggles so he would at once emerge, having detailed his commandeering of every single household USB dongle goblin. Kramy was next. And then Sallymander…and at last. Himself. But he thought not of that now. He was swilling the taste of Tails’ asshole with every stepping bettle he tongued the ferocious outcrop of an anus. “THAT SHALL BE FINE.” Sonuc decided out-loud.
“Give me your dongle goblin.” Sonuc demanded as willing as a sheep to be shorn. Tails then plopped his fat, buttery, dongle goblin right out on top. Sonuc eyed it, like a captain eyes his first mate. “Sonuc took it.” Sonuc said as he took it. And then he had it. This was of course his plan all along, and the smile he wore now, was as immense as imagining the loudness of the sound of the suns infinite fire eroding in space. “I must move on.” Sonuc clucked. He had a long road ahead of him though. He may have made camp, but he was stuck in a pool of Tail cum, and his anguish bloomed when he began to realized it was all his fault to begin with. Once he had escaped the perilous pool of purged pleasure, he stalltered to the halberss bow, and made quick work of the coat of semen he had pulled along. Sheepishly he took the dongle goblin from his pocket and witnessed it moving through time for a few moments. He now would be able to complete his office work from home, just like Tandylock Marmermount. “CURSE YOU TANDY.” Sonuc bellowed through his hate-face. “Always getting ahead at work by filing from home.” He was mumbling solemnly, cursing Tandy, and his dongle goblin. “I will need more dongle goblins if I am to win this race of fools.” He entrailed. “I must find Kramy and her dongle goblin will be mine for the raping.” Kramy was asleep up the stairs a million floors, but she had no guess as to who was rap rap rapping at her chamber door. She had so few guesses in fact; that she avoided guessing all together, she instead assumed it was no one, like in the storybook. But she would soon find a world of things so steep and frumious, on the other side of that door, after she opened it she would never recover.
The door opened. “HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT RAPE SONUC RAPES MY CUNT.” She wailed pleasurably as Sonuc raped her ass. “You’re a worthless.” He managed to breathe to her. “I have raped your ass, cunt.” Sonuc was speaking in tongues so there is no way she would have understood any of that. “Release my cunt, you famous atrocity.” She mourned, but she hoped it would never end, her cunt felt so good. Her face was flush red as she urged Sonuc to quit the rape. But Sonuc hadn’t quite reached her dongle goblin yet. It was a mere slimly slip away from his longest fingur. He pounded in and out smoothly with the skill of the most derelict male prostitute that had seen one million miles of asscunt on any given Sunday. Kramy peaked and came soundly, like a baby. This is when he reached for the dongle goblin and grasped it roughly as he came and filled her ass sweetly with love and a parched sense of mortality, as his cum is more toxic than a Swedish chupacabra bite. “You met my deeper end this day Kramy.” He said with regret. But she was already in a numb motionless state due to the neurotoxin in Sonucs cum taking effect. It bubbled from her, warm, and bloody. “A picture perfect woman you are.” He spoke as he slammed the door out of glee. She lay there, consciously suffocating in a toxic mind mush. She finally got what she deserved.
Elsewhere, Sonuc descended a million floors, to the front room. Now he sequestered Sallymander’s USB dongle goblin. She was of course asleep. Like usual. Sonuc leapt from the stairs into her cocoon and wrapped his lips abound her neck, as to not arouse suspicion. She stirred once or twice, but a grope or two of her lizardly loins was enough to bed her back down into her ground shaking slumber. Sonuc clumb from the cocoon, dongle goblin in hand, taking an hours time, just to be safe. He was slick enough. She didn’t wake. Now it was down to him. He relished in how close he was to the end of his quest for all the donglobins, but he was the last one left, and then he would have them all. His was at his office. And he knew that. But there was no way to get back. The bridge collapsed as the bus drove over it on his way home. There was no turning back. He had collected all the goblins in his home. Tails drowned in his own cum, Kramy was most likely dead, and Sallymander might as well be. He decided his dongle goblin collection was elaborate enough already, so he began to string them together and make the supreme USB Wangle Gavin device. Capable of mainstreaming gigabytes and wormholes straight to the mainframe through its data uplink within its serial port.
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: OIMHABTIAW:ALTHC
Posted 17 years ago Once In my Homes, and but Twice In a Whale: A Less Than Hodgy Christmase.
Sonuc descended from his emerald stance and spiraled his stairwalk to the lower burrows of his hastled
residence, a look of deep remorse in his crusted eyes. It was christmas goddamit, and he was going to do something about it.
Due to the current state of unemployment shared by all members of the Hodgy-Household, they were forced
to improvise. In lue of a tree they simply situated Sallymander in the center of the living room, surrounded by fancical
parcels of merriment and anguish. Sonuc eyed the presents like the blistered tounge of a decaying hound, his face bristling
with disease and hardship. He was the first to awaken, his hideous companions still asleep in their beds, except for Kramy
who had fallen asleep with her head still burried in the fridge, a wing of chicken hanging from her gelatinous maw, like a
bulbous toad stuffed to the brim with the burning phlem of an entire county.
"Well gonads to those buffoons!" Sonuc grimaced. "I'll open my presents now and ditch the whorefags before they
can awaken and entice me once more!" With that, he steamishly began to engulf his gifts one by one, until the sound of a
faint hushling shloshed towards his hindways. It was young Tails Plower, awaken now more than ever by Sonuc's fiendish
dickery.
"Tails, my faithful." Sonuc Beamed. "Get your faggoty balls back into bed, before i must deal with you in the most
heinous of ways." "Butt Sonuc," Tails fucked,"what of the gift i have bestown you."
Sonuc's filthy eyes gazed downwards at the shitbox of a present in front of him. It was a dildo alright, from Tails' highly regarded
personal collection. This one was powered by no mortal means. The dildo fed on the anguished cries of the tormented, and
converted them into a pleasureous spike of intensity that would burrow into one's anus like a charging lion leaps unto it's prey.
"Why, Tails..." Sonuc rustled,"You're such a faggot i can't even begin." But it was too late, for he already had.
Tails rushed to the end of his current orgasm long enough to retort: "Would you bare to try it, if only for this once?"
he shouted. Sonuc eased his rustled doubts, and inserted the bastard shaft into his meaty casings, but there was hardly a shudder.
"Oh Tails, you communist bitterance, this dildo is as worthless as Kramy's terminal vagina." Sonuc chuttered, like a cricket in the fawn.
"The device feeds on suffering, my lover."Tails retorted, as quickly as it may. "what did you just call me?"Sonuc
huffed. But the moment had already passed, and they were left with this quandry, a look of emptiness in their eyes.
Sonuc descended from his emerald stance and spiraled his stairwalk to the lower burrows of his hastled
residence, a look of deep remorse in his crusted eyes. It was christmas goddamit, and he was going to do something about it.
Due to the current state of unemployment shared by all members of the Hodgy-Household, they were forced
to improvise. In lue of a tree they simply situated Sallymander in the center of the living room, surrounded by fancical
parcels of merriment and anguish. Sonuc eyed the presents like the blistered tounge of a decaying hound, his face bristling
with disease and hardship. He was the first to awaken, his hideous companions still asleep in their beds, except for Kramy
who had fallen asleep with her head still burried in the fridge, a wing of chicken hanging from her gelatinous maw, like a
bulbous toad stuffed to the brim with the burning phlem of an entire county.
"Well gonads to those buffoons!" Sonuc grimaced. "I'll open my presents now and ditch the whorefags before they
can awaken and entice me once more!" With that, he steamishly began to engulf his gifts one by one, until the sound of a
faint hushling shloshed towards his hindways. It was young Tails Plower, awaken now more than ever by Sonuc's fiendish
dickery.
"Tails, my faithful." Sonuc Beamed. "Get your faggoty balls back into bed, before i must deal with you in the most
heinous of ways." "Butt Sonuc," Tails fucked,"what of the gift i have bestown you."
Sonuc's filthy eyes gazed downwards at the shitbox of a present in front of him. It was a dildo alright, from Tails' highly regarded
personal collection. This one was powered by no mortal means. The dildo fed on the anguished cries of the tormented, and
converted them into a pleasureous spike of intensity that would burrow into one's anus like a charging lion leaps unto it's prey.
"Why, Tails..." Sonuc rustled,"You're such a faggot i can't even begin." But it was too late, for he already had.
Tails rushed to the end of his current orgasm long enough to retort: "Would you bare to try it, if only for this once?"
he shouted. Sonuc eased his rustled doubts, and inserted the bastard shaft into his meaty casings, but there was hardly a shudder.
"Oh Tails, you communist bitterance, this dildo is as worthless as Kramy's terminal vagina." Sonuc chuttered, like a cricket in the fawn.
"The device feeds on suffering, my lover."Tails retorted, as quickly as it may. "what did you just call me?"Sonuc
huffed. But the moment had already passed, and they were left with this quandry, a look of emptiness in their eyes.
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: STMATEPI
Posted 17 years agoStream The Motherfucker and The Exploding Plastic Inevitable
Sonuc awoke in a daze in a Day's Inn in 'Danzig's Dancin Deadstain', a local amusement emporium famous for it's price.
He feverishly stroked his every brow, and wondered as to the owner of the purse sitting beside him. "i hope i'm not
eatin hookers man" he blamed to the darkness. Soon the stench of sickly urine bellowed into his wafty Hodgepodge
lips, and he could taste the tears of a bloodied mistress.
sonuc leaped from the bed and fucked the hell over towards the bathroom door, which housed a little
faggot, a constant stream of piss bellowing from it's gaping bewilderment. As it spoke, sonuc knew he had lost his
match this time, and nobody not noone could have been the wiser. "sonuc i had a good time with your penis last night"
she gasped, a look of dread in her bastard eyes. "i'd seen to it you might. now let's move this out of here." he crawed
in a raspy furthor.
The faggot, known to some as 'Stream the motherfucker', due to it's maternal sexual tendancies, stooped
forth with a lurching maw from the bathroom. sonuc appraised his latest conquest with a emptiness he could never
truly escape, a constant reminder of his shallow ordeal. "get the balls to my car, i'm dropping you out at your house"
he barked. stream made her way to his car and waited. he had no car. sonuc walked home.
Upon reaching his door, sonuc shouted from the very depths of his mind, and Kramy arrived to vanquish
the obstacle impeding his entry into his shit-bag of a house. "what are you doing back so early without food sonuc"
kramy bewildered. sonuc stared her down with an unfathomable intensity. "You think you know it but i haven't even
begun." he whimpered. With one mighty blow from his bitch-smiting wrists Kramy was flug far across the room,
landing firmly in the medicine cabinet, where she began to ingest it's contents.
sonuc then turned to the growing pain in his asshole, caused by none other than his faithful companion
tales Plower. sonuc grinned a puckered smile. "tales, my companion you never cease to ease my worries." he screamed
as he tussled the lads hair like a coach to a child. But tales could not hear him, for he had long since passed away, now
only a haunted fading memory.
sonuc turned his gaze to the coccoon housing his favorite lover, and slithered her name from his scaly lips.
"Sallymander get your balls over here, m'lady." he crooned like an irish gentleman. Sure enough, she spilled forth with
a look of dreaded understanding on her pale face. "Sally, you're my shining star. You're the rose in my garden."
His tender embrace was stalled as tales began to increase the intensity of his feverish fudge-packing, and sonuc had
to muster up all he could to relenquesh the child from his gaping buttwounds. He tossed him away, where he began
to amuse his urges with a keyboard.
Just as sonuc was about to lay some bitch-ass moves on his lover, the telemogram began to hiss. "oh bother!"
he gapped, "a disturbance!" sonuc answered the phone, only to be greeted by his worst fear. It was Buckles.
"sonuc I left a pokemon energy card at your house and i'm going to be there with my girlfriend in 4 minutes to get it"
The line went dead. More dead even that the look in sonuc's pale eyes. His teeth glistened in the light. He began to
let an anguished bellow rise fromt he depths of his bowels, which soon erupted into a gastly screech of banshee terror.
"I HATE THAT BUCKLESFAGGOT" he whispered. "Sally my dear, our love will have to wait" he squealed with the inner
torment of a dog.
Just then a bustle burst forth from the door, and the smell of pizza rolls filled the air. "it is buckles, come to
spread his merriment!" Kramy whistled. "Whore of babylon, don't you dare answer his cries! step forth from the door!"
But it was too fucking late, Kramy had already ushered Buckles into the room. "sorry i am so x-tremely late dudes." he
hustled. "but my girlfriend was distraught, it would seem she were Date Rapedx last nite." sonuc noted with impeding
humidity that his girlfriend bared a similar resemblance. Why, it was Stream!
sonuc let a sorrowful smile stain his faulty appendage. "Hey sonuc do you want to join me down to the skate
park so that we may enjoy portable yogurt and juice beverages in packets?" Buckles pleaded with a dog-balled innocence.
"get. the fuck out of my house you goddamn asshole" sonuc soothed. But as he shut the door he realised that he had forgot
to remove the still-pissing little faggot Stream along with him. "You will tell him nothing of our escapades, little one, lest
you learn what my truest powers hath wrought." he muttered with a shimmering omnipotence. Stream rolled out the door,
her mind none the wiser.
"Now then, Sally, my lover..." but it was useless. Sallymander had already fallen into the deepest sleep this side
of time.
"Another day, my lover." he crooned like a pair of tigers engaged in a bountiful orgy of shit-fueled chaos. tales agreed
and released a mountain of creeping semen from his straining testicles.
Sonuc awoke in a daze in a Day's Inn in 'Danzig's Dancin Deadstain', a local amusement emporium famous for it's price.
He feverishly stroked his every brow, and wondered as to the owner of the purse sitting beside him. "i hope i'm not
eatin hookers man" he blamed to the darkness. Soon the stench of sickly urine bellowed into his wafty Hodgepodge
lips, and he could taste the tears of a bloodied mistress.
sonuc leaped from the bed and fucked the hell over towards the bathroom door, which housed a little
faggot, a constant stream of piss bellowing from it's gaping bewilderment. As it spoke, sonuc knew he had lost his
match this time, and nobody not noone could have been the wiser. "sonuc i had a good time with your penis last night"
she gasped, a look of dread in her bastard eyes. "i'd seen to it you might. now let's move this out of here." he crawed
in a raspy furthor.
The faggot, known to some as 'Stream the motherfucker', due to it's maternal sexual tendancies, stooped
forth with a lurching maw from the bathroom. sonuc appraised his latest conquest with a emptiness he could never
truly escape, a constant reminder of his shallow ordeal. "get the balls to my car, i'm dropping you out at your house"
he barked. stream made her way to his car and waited. he had no car. sonuc walked home.
Upon reaching his door, sonuc shouted from the very depths of his mind, and Kramy arrived to vanquish
the obstacle impeding his entry into his shit-bag of a house. "what are you doing back so early without food sonuc"
kramy bewildered. sonuc stared her down with an unfathomable intensity. "You think you know it but i haven't even
begun." he whimpered. With one mighty blow from his bitch-smiting wrists Kramy was flug far across the room,
landing firmly in the medicine cabinet, where she began to ingest it's contents.
sonuc then turned to the growing pain in his asshole, caused by none other than his faithful companion
tales Plower. sonuc grinned a puckered smile. "tales, my companion you never cease to ease my worries." he screamed
as he tussled the lads hair like a coach to a child. But tales could not hear him, for he had long since passed away, now
only a haunted fading memory.
sonuc turned his gaze to the coccoon housing his favorite lover, and slithered her name from his scaly lips.
"Sallymander get your balls over here, m'lady." he crooned like an irish gentleman. Sure enough, she spilled forth with
a look of dreaded understanding on her pale face. "Sally, you're my shining star. You're the rose in my garden."
His tender embrace was stalled as tales began to increase the intensity of his feverish fudge-packing, and sonuc had
to muster up all he could to relenquesh the child from his gaping buttwounds. He tossed him away, where he began
to amuse his urges with a keyboard.
Just as sonuc was about to lay some bitch-ass moves on his lover, the telemogram began to hiss. "oh bother!"
he gapped, "a disturbance!" sonuc answered the phone, only to be greeted by his worst fear. It was Buckles.
"sonuc I left a pokemon energy card at your house and i'm going to be there with my girlfriend in 4 minutes to get it"
The line went dead. More dead even that the look in sonuc's pale eyes. His teeth glistened in the light. He began to
let an anguished bellow rise fromt he depths of his bowels, which soon erupted into a gastly screech of banshee terror.
"I HATE THAT BUCKLESFAGGOT" he whispered. "Sally my dear, our love will have to wait" he squealed with the inner
torment of a dog.
Just then a bustle burst forth from the door, and the smell of pizza rolls filled the air. "it is buckles, come to
spread his merriment!" Kramy whistled. "Whore of babylon, don't you dare answer his cries! step forth from the door!"
But it was too fucking late, Kramy had already ushered Buckles into the room. "sorry i am so x-tremely late dudes." he
hustled. "but my girlfriend was distraught, it would seem she were Date Rapedx last nite." sonuc noted with impeding
humidity that his girlfriend bared a similar resemblance. Why, it was Stream!
sonuc let a sorrowful smile stain his faulty appendage. "Hey sonuc do you want to join me down to the skate
park so that we may enjoy portable yogurt and juice beverages in packets?" Buckles pleaded with a dog-balled innocence.
"get. the fuck out of my house you goddamn asshole" sonuc soothed. But as he shut the door he realised that he had forgot
to remove the still-pissing little faggot Stream along with him. "You will tell him nothing of our escapades, little one, lest
you learn what my truest powers hath wrought." he muttered with a shimmering omnipotence. Stream rolled out the door,
her mind none the wiser.
"Now then, Sally, my lover..." but it was useless. Sallymander had already fallen into the deepest sleep this side
of time.
"Another day, my lover." he crooned like a pair of tigers engaged in a bountiful orgy of shit-fueled chaos. tales agreed
and released a mountain of creeping semen from his straining testicles.
Sonuc the hodgepodge IS: CSAATEEDOTI
Posted 17 years agoConsumer Self-Awareness and the Ever-encompassing Darkness Of the Infinite
sonuc lifted each anguished heel with more remorse than the last. The hodgy home had become barren and remorseful with not a trace of sustenance spared Kramy’s bulgeous feast. The duty was rest solely on Sonuc to refurnish their pale room and board. Sonuc grimaced with the torment of a seal. He glanced the starboard bounty and flustered a grinding grimace at the haunting bouquet of sinful product. “as if this world ain’t enough for my worries…”he shouted, hard. The store keep wondered who shouted’m but wished he would never find out, never grace that hallway with his own regretful saunter. Instead he willed a security office tarry to the steamy source of the fucking problem, the asshole sonuc his babyfringed self. “excuse me sir, but we’ve had enough” the manager stunted, but sonuc countered fuckin fast. “don’t even let me on to your shitlist! I’ve got paying money and I’m aiming to part my ways.” He fumed, his eyes blistered with the decay of a thousand suns. “pardon me. Your intensity had me all in a fluster…”he bitched.
“none the more forgiven sir. We’ll have to ask you to get it out, and take your bad vibes and the chip on your shoulder with you when the door slams your heart from our minds.” He bubbled.
“gnnnnnnnn….”but sonuc could form no words to accurately display his thoughts. For the words did not exist. And neither did his thoughts. sonuc boarded his quandary and flew towards the depot, a stiny look in his eyes. The manager could only watch with a look of complete understanding as his universe ate him alive.
sonuc fell home with a stain up his knee, and lifted the door to his home with a speed unlike his other. “Kramy, do you get it?” he chuckled. “youre beggin me outta house and home! If I see one more disastrophe from your bilgey maw, I’ma bust this joint!” he fuckin YELLED. He yelled like a dodgy motherfucker, and his speech hustled wall to wall, never staying in one place for long. But it was not Kramy who met his gaze, but that little shit tales. tales spoke in sweet nothings and whispered candies in his ear, but sonuc knew it had to stop, and it had to stop NOW. “tales…I’m ready to receive you.” He wondered aloud. “NO WAIT.” He remembered. “I am never.” And he smacked the child with a posterious lump.
tales was dead.
Kramy crawled from the shutters and lifted her eyes into the sky. “son, ick.@”
“the words…”he felt them in his eyes and they dripped down his throat, until he felt that himself could use them. “sonuc” he repeated into the light. “I AM…sonuc” kramy corrected.
For once, even sonuc wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. This was intense for all parties involved. tales turned his dead eyes to sonucs open gap, and saw him struggle to form a retort. sonuc had been bested at last, and didn’t fucking know what he was to do. His only option was to run toward the nearest retreat and cower into the night of the early morning.
tales was fucking DEAD. sonuc noted with a fleeting dogballed innocence. That was when it hit him..these feelings…he had felt them already. sonuc had never felt anything more than once, except once twice, and twice once. He then felt an ever-breaching darkness fill the dark recesses of his anus. He was losing his hodgery and it was draining fast, via vaginal seepage. There was only one doctor buckles who could refuse him now, and that was the doctor buckles, doctor buckles. Doctor buckles was just the doctor, buckles, for the job of being his. Doctor. Buckles answered the doorween with a fashionable penis protrusion from his feathery heart. There were cheetos on his flannel and green days in his crease. Each word he spoke was a billowing stenchballoon of oppressing stalworth. “Holy motherdamning godfucker, sonuc! You look like your days have passed! You need some ren and stimpy? You would like a ritz bit? I would break a kit kat bar, you off a piece of?” By now sonuc would have shouted his desperation to the depths of it all, but his hodgings had been fleeting for some time. “Listen buckles, I am feeling a little under the weather, do you think you could do something you are a surgeon after all.” He stated. As plain as the day.
Buckles died.
sonuc grunned with a shit up his spout. “oh my god I must contact the police officials” he thought, no more no less. sonuc ran to the steep of the rainquarters and buried his fickle ferocities into a pint and a sandween. The proprietor of this land knew his dickery more than most, and let out a belt of orgasmic fury. “listen sonuc, you are too much and a half! We can’t have you around this proprietary my customers will gain twice the aids they are used to, at best! Leave, leave before your gaping faceween can bellow any shitty babysound!” “I don’t understand sir or madam” sonuc confessed. Everyone freaked the babies out! “sir, my hodgings have run dry. I am no more than a common podge now.”
“well for the best they shouted” the proprietor said. “how did”sonuc didn’t even start.
sonuc worried his butts to the sweepn’low, his favorite doctors just below. “doctor you gotta help me! I have lost alllll my hodgings! I can’t go on like this! Without my unfathomable intensity and incomprehensible speech mannerisms I can’t manage to endure my shitty life. Those hodgings are all I have to keep me from blowing my brains out. Living in a senseless world of impossibility is the only way I make it through the day” he complained, pretty much like a bitch would do.
“you need a hodginjection you little fucker” the doctor smirked and snuffed. We don’t have any donors, except but this one. He pointed his bustly claws to the nearest staleway, and sonuc beheld the most atrociously faggasmic wad of hodgery his eyes had ever stain.
“he died of a overhodged uterus, he was so hodged I can’t even begin, nobody knows” I the narrator can not even write how hodged he was, nor can I properly describe the baffling of the doctor at his overhodgery. “ok kid ok I WILL do it up” the doctor believed.
The transfer ended no sooner than it had stopped, and sonuc was growing all the more feasless with each passing rigidy ganch bellowing to his hindswallows.
“docter, im fearing a stance” sonuc realized. His hodgeways were pumping like an oil in the lane. But it was all wrong, turns it out that there were a few more transplants scheduled that day, and sonuc had gotten the raw deal of a bitchload of hodge. There was so much filling every crevasse of his vagina that he began to billow and risp like a fletchy gallbermung. “ive with each past seen the noises you’ve found from each night of your days” sonuc comprehended.
The doctor didn’t know what to make of all this and was probly dead or dying one would hazard to guess.
sonuc bitched his grassy knolls out of the hollipast and rambled to the furthest reaches of our minds. “I’m not” sonuc knew.
tales awoke from his death in a haze, and felt each ball on his person for signals of rigor mortis. Just then he felt a creeping malaise spike up his rectum, not the usual rectummalaise either. He knew shit was goin up.
sonuc became one with the atmosphere of the room and tainted it with a sullying emptiness. “you’ve not a chance” sonuc materialized. The kids all ran their separate ways to head for the hodgerboard. They knew this day.
sonuc understood it all for once, and lifted it all above his mind and twisted it so many ways that nobody could hear much anymore. “LET ME OUT” kramy believed she heard herself say, but she couldn’t be sure. sonuc became more and more until he was more than anything ever had been. Sallymander grappled from her kennel and yelped from her inner tormented bowels a siren sound of compliance, and all grew still. The sonuc universe viewed her and realized its danger, attempting to slow the rate of its ascent, but it was too far gone.
Buckles shouted from his home at the terror that was the sky and fucked from the corners of his mind at the world around him that he once called his cousin. “do you want to play Guess Who?” Buckles bellowed from the depths of his butt.
sonuc was aware of every who it could ever be, and could shout them all at once, but chose instead to become more than just all perceived reality. sonuc needed more. He became abstract thought, he became all that ever has-been or is-was. sonuc was playing chess with the infinite and date raping the unknown. sonuc was. And is was sonuc.
tales babied his feet from the bottom of his wheels barren, and stepped his balls into the creepest corner of the hodgeyhouse that was. tales knew just what to do, that little rascal!
tales began to masturbate furiously, as this action he began was now part of sonuc. sonuc grew sickened to know that he was one with tales’ bitchy act of selfpleasure and grew heinously bemused. Kramy joined in the fight, gorging herself on shits and asphalt, while buckles just started hanging around. The actions of every foul oderous creature of all were now the living embodiement of all that sonuc was, and he found it bumblesome.
“nope” sonuc was. “not goin for this sonuc says” sonuc thought. “just then, sonuc punched you tales! He did watch he will” sonuc said as he kicked kramy. Then for good measure he punched tales, by manipulating the house into performing the act for him, as he was no longer a tangible feasery.
The one character in the hodgeuniverse who spoke in coherencies just then bust from his home with a snooze up his mind, but none the less ready.
“sonuc did you just become everything? Stop it! It’s not going so well for the rest of us who are stuck dealing with being a part of you! I feel more irritable and bothered already. I even feel less tangible.” Said Charles, but he was pretty faggy so nobody was really paying all that much attention. sonuc however heard, because I mean he was everything, including the words charles had just spoken.
All this sense and circumstance felt sonuc up a harsh storm. sonuc had just heard someone rationalize, AND speak coherently. He was not ready. He began to recoil until he reached a much less encompassing self and returned relatively to his bongcramping self.
“I’m none the wiser for the trip and these fools are still a crumpet up my quarters” sonuc bemused like a flailing Irishman, no ways left to his own withinings.
tales held back on the rape for now, for once, he knew it was not the time. Then he did it anyway because this is tales we are talking about here. Sallymander understood. Kramy was probably asleep or dead or eating.
sonuc crumbed a weary drow and pooped along to his bedways, and pulled the blandlings along his ways. “this is the worst most atrocious I’ve ever believed it to hear” sonuc clucked. And with a merry giggle he slipped into his mind a little less hardcore than that other time.
But with each day the loose mass of excess hodge bellowed through the air, tempted to poison those who fucked it all just a little too loose. Buckles awoke one night to the most baffling lunchable he had ever seen and it all began anew. But that story is for a faggot so I will let stream tell you sometime, if you ever mess with that cunt but don’t do it she is boring and fucking lame and has like 8 babies a day.
No shit I am serious
sonuc lifted each anguished heel with more remorse than the last. The hodgy home had become barren and remorseful with not a trace of sustenance spared Kramy’s bulgeous feast. The duty was rest solely on Sonuc to refurnish their pale room and board. Sonuc grimaced with the torment of a seal. He glanced the starboard bounty and flustered a grinding grimace at the haunting bouquet of sinful product. “as if this world ain’t enough for my worries…”he shouted, hard. The store keep wondered who shouted’m but wished he would never find out, never grace that hallway with his own regretful saunter. Instead he willed a security office tarry to the steamy source of the fucking problem, the asshole sonuc his babyfringed self. “excuse me sir, but we’ve had enough” the manager stunted, but sonuc countered fuckin fast. “don’t even let me on to your shitlist! I’ve got paying money and I’m aiming to part my ways.” He fumed, his eyes blistered with the decay of a thousand suns. “pardon me. Your intensity had me all in a fluster…”he bitched.
“none the more forgiven sir. We’ll have to ask you to get it out, and take your bad vibes and the chip on your shoulder with you when the door slams your heart from our minds.” He bubbled.
“gnnnnnnnn….”but sonuc could form no words to accurately display his thoughts. For the words did not exist. And neither did his thoughts. sonuc boarded his quandary and flew towards the depot, a stiny look in his eyes. The manager could only watch with a look of complete understanding as his universe ate him alive.
sonuc fell home with a stain up his knee, and lifted the door to his home with a speed unlike his other. “Kramy, do you get it?” he chuckled. “youre beggin me outta house and home! If I see one more disastrophe from your bilgey maw, I’ma bust this joint!” he fuckin YELLED. He yelled like a dodgy motherfucker, and his speech hustled wall to wall, never staying in one place for long. But it was not Kramy who met his gaze, but that little shit tales. tales spoke in sweet nothings and whispered candies in his ear, but sonuc knew it had to stop, and it had to stop NOW. “tales…I’m ready to receive you.” He wondered aloud. “NO WAIT.” He remembered. “I am never.” And he smacked the child with a posterious lump.
tales was dead.
Kramy crawled from the shutters and lifted her eyes into the sky. “son, ick.@”
“the words…”he felt them in his eyes and they dripped down his throat, until he felt that himself could use them. “sonuc” he repeated into the light. “I AM…sonuc” kramy corrected.
For once, even sonuc wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. This was intense for all parties involved. tales turned his dead eyes to sonucs open gap, and saw him struggle to form a retort. sonuc had been bested at last, and didn’t fucking know what he was to do. His only option was to run toward the nearest retreat and cower into the night of the early morning.
tales was fucking DEAD. sonuc noted with a fleeting dogballed innocence. That was when it hit him..these feelings…he had felt them already. sonuc had never felt anything more than once, except once twice, and twice once. He then felt an ever-breaching darkness fill the dark recesses of his anus. He was losing his hodgery and it was draining fast, via vaginal seepage. There was only one doctor buckles who could refuse him now, and that was the doctor buckles, doctor buckles. Doctor buckles was just the doctor, buckles, for the job of being his. Doctor. Buckles answered the doorween with a fashionable penis protrusion from his feathery heart. There were cheetos on his flannel and green days in his crease. Each word he spoke was a billowing stenchballoon of oppressing stalworth. “Holy motherdamning godfucker, sonuc! You look like your days have passed! You need some ren and stimpy? You would like a ritz bit? I would break a kit kat bar, you off a piece of?” By now sonuc would have shouted his desperation to the depths of it all, but his hodgings had been fleeting for some time. “Listen buckles, I am feeling a little under the weather, do you think you could do something you are a surgeon after all.” He stated. As plain as the day.
Buckles died.
sonuc grunned with a shit up his spout. “oh my god I must contact the police officials” he thought, no more no less. sonuc ran to the steep of the rainquarters and buried his fickle ferocities into a pint and a sandween. The proprietor of this land knew his dickery more than most, and let out a belt of orgasmic fury. “listen sonuc, you are too much and a half! We can’t have you around this proprietary my customers will gain twice the aids they are used to, at best! Leave, leave before your gaping faceween can bellow any shitty babysound!” “I don’t understand sir or madam” sonuc confessed. Everyone freaked the babies out! “sir, my hodgings have run dry. I am no more than a common podge now.”
“well for the best they shouted” the proprietor said. “how did”sonuc didn’t even start.
sonuc worried his butts to the sweepn’low, his favorite doctors just below. “doctor you gotta help me! I have lost alllll my hodgings! I can’t go on like this! Without my unfathomable intensity and incomprehensible speech mannerisms I can’t manage to endure my shitty life. Those hodgings are all I have to keep me from blowing my brains out. Living in a senseless world of impossibility is the only way I make it through the day” he complained, pretty much like a bitch would do.
“you need a hodginjection you little fucker” the doctor smirked and snuffed. We don’t have any donors, except but this one. He pointed his bustly claws to the nearest staleway, and sonuc beheld the most atrociously faggasmic wad of hodgery his eyes had ever stain.
“he died of a overhodged uterus, he was so hodged I can’t even begin, nobody knows” I the narrator can not even write how hodged he was, nor can I properly describe the baffling of the doctor at his overhodgery. “ok kid ok I WILL do it up” the doctor believed.
The transfer ended no sooner than it had stopped, and sonuc was growing all the more feasless with each passing rigidy ganch bellowing to his hindswallows.
“docter, im fearing a stance” sonuc realized. His hodgeways were pumping like an oil in the lane. But it was all wrong, turns it out that there were a few more transplants scheduled that day, and sonuc had gotten the raw deal of a bitchload of hodge. There was so much filling every crevasse of his vagina that he began to billow and risp like a fletchy gallbermung. “ive with each past seen the noises you’ve found from each night of your days” sonuc comprehended.
The doctor didn’t know what to make of all this and was probly dead or dying one would hazard to guess.
sonuc bitched his grassy knolls out of the hollipast and rambled to the furthest reaches of our minds. “I’m not” sonuc knew.
tales awoke from his death in a haze, and felt each ball on his person for signals of rigor mortis. Just then he felt a creeping malaise spike up his rectum, not the usual rectummalaise either. He knew shit was goin up.
sonuc became one with the atmosphere of the room and tainted it with a sullying emptiness. “you’ve not a chance” sonuc materialized. The kids all ran their separate ways to head for the hodgerboard. They knew this day.
sonuc understood it all for once, and lifted it all above his mind and twisted it so many ways that nobody could hear much anymore. “LET ME OUT” kramy believed she heard herself say, but she couldn’t be sure. sonuc became more and more until he was more than anything ever had been. Sallymander grappled from her kennel and yelped from her inner tormented bowels a siren sound of compliance, and all grew still. The sonuc universe viewed her and realized its danger, attempting to slow the rate of its ascent, but it was too far gone.
Buckles shouted from his home at the terror that was the sky and fucked from the corners of his mind at the world around him that he once called his cousin. “do you want to play Guess Who?” Buckles bellowed from the depths of his butt.
sonuc was aware of every who it could ever be, and could shout them all at once, but chose instead to become more than just all perceived reality. sonuc needed more. He became abstract thought, he became all that ever has-been or is-was. sonuc was playing chess with the infinite and date raping the unknown. sonuc was. And is was sonuc.
tales babied his feet from the bottom of his wheels barren, and stepped his balls into the creepest corner of the hodgeyhouse that was. tales knew just what to do, that little rascal!
tales began to masturbate furiously, as this action he began was now part of sonuc. sonuc grew sickened to know that he was one with tales’ bitchy act of selfpleasure and grew heinously bemused. Kramy joined in the fight, gorging herself on shits and asphalt, while buckles just started hanging around. The actions of every foul oderous creature of all were now the living embodiement of all that sonuc was, and he found it bumblesome.
“nope” sonuc was. “not goin for this sonuc says” sonuc thought. “just then, sonuc punched you tales! He did watch he will” sonuc said as he kicked kramy. Then for good measure he punched tales, by manipulating the house into performing the act for him, as he was no longer a tangible feasery.
The one character in the hodgeuniverse who spoke in coherencies just then bust from his home with a snooze up his mind, but none the less ready.
“sonuc did you just become everything? Stop it! It’s not going so well for the rest of us who are stuck dealing with being a part of you! I feel more irritable and bothered already. I even feel less tangible.” Said Charles, but he was pretty faggy so nobody was really paying all that much attention. sonuc however heard, because I mean he was everything, including the words charles had just spoken.
All this sense and circumstance felt sonuc up a harsh storm. sonuc had just heard someone rationalize, AND speak coherently. He was not ready. He began to recoil until he reached a much less encompassing self and returned relatively to his bongcramping self.
“I’m none the wiser for the trip and these fools are still a crumpet up my quarters” sonuc bemused like a flailing Irishman, no ways left to his own withinings.
tales held back on the rape for now, for once, he knew it was not the time. Then he did it anyway because this is tales we are talking about here. Sallymander understood. Kramy was probably asleep or dead or eating.
sonuc crumbed a weary drow and pooped along to his bedways, and pulled the blandlings along his ways. “this is the worst most atrocious I’ve ever believed it to hear” sonuc clucked. And with a merry giggle he slipped into his mind a little less hardcore than that other time.
But with each day the loose mass of excess hodge bellowed through the air, tempted to poison those who fucked it all just a little too loose. Buckles awoke one night to the most baffling lunchable he had ever seen and it all began anew. But that story is for a faggot so I will let stream tell you sometime, if you ever mess with that cunt but don’t do it she is boring and fucking lame and has like 8 babies a day.
No shit I am serious
Sonuc the hodgepodge IN: AA&BB
Posted 17 years ago Animantic Antics and Bewildering Beleagerment
Sonuc the hodgepodge croaks out of bed, creaking sleepishly.
“My podge-parts feel ill.” He said “But my hodgings are just fine.”
After a few moments of dazed murmuring into the cold rooms stark openness, he rustled the leftover crack off his Podge-parts and hodgings and sought breakfast.
Tails Plower was waiting for him, rock hard and frothing wet from anticipation.
“I maed u a brigfust”, he said, eagerly, awaiting Sonucs voice.
“That’s the least a’ my troubles.” He paused watching Tails cum awkwardly, like a child’s first and then sighed finishing his morning hello with; “and one-two more to you, Tails.” Tails’ apron was sopping and added a peculiar taste to the eggs before Sonuc, salty, but he didn’t care or even notice. He chomped at them solemnly with no thought for his actions but his own.
Just then, a rousing noise was heard outside. Kramy bitched at the door for a moment, before Tails wrung out his apron into the rest of the eggs and opened it for her ugly, bitch-face.
“Hello Sonuc and Tails.” She spurts. The gravy and candy mixing in her mouth as she spoke was unknowably heinous. Sonuc saw she had a package or parcel.
“Hey you crack-wife, give me that piece, a’ fore I smack your giant gravy ass across this god-damn room.” Sonuc whispers, as he gets up from his stoop with a look of horror on his face. “No.” She stated bluntly. “I found it outside already.” Sonuc then harshly smacked her in her notoriously bitchy, bitch-face.
Tails was watching. He seems as though he likes to watch Sonuc and Kramy fight. It gives him a great motivation to some uncharted goal, that even I, the narrarator do not know of. Sonuc snatched the small shit-brown box from her sweet, gravied hands as she sputtered in disbelief. Her brow furthered in bewilderment at his staunted grace.
Tails still ogled the spectacle. His increase in arousal became apparent.
“Happy birthday…” he reads, blinking slowly but surely.
“From brother Cheatau the hodgepodge.”…His mind wandered from time to time, as he recalled, today was his birthday. But through all the crack and hardship he knew, nothing was worth remembering anymore. “Its my birthday.” He spoke this as his eyes glazed with a look of absolute everything. He threw the parcel through the room and chased after it like he’d been taught to do in times of great discern.
Tails had gone back to cooking, but had begun masturbating wildly with reckless abandon. Sonuc had caught the parcel once more and was about to open it when
Suddenly, Sallymander emerged from her cocoon, snatching the nearest copy of esquire off the counter and stuttering back to her haltered abode in shallow despondency.
“Get it out” He beckoned ferociously like no other. The house grew still as she slumped to the floor in a pile. “I found a present from Shadow.” He spoke, truthfully for once.
“I will open it for you, if you but only stay to watch.” He said with a solemn embrace in his crack-withered voice.
Unable to blink or speak, she could only stare, but sonuc knew what his lover meant.
He tore into the parcel with fiendish delight, like a chupacabra at the catch.
Her balls withered and ascended from the aggression like a lonesome wild dog in a cold heartless winter. Kramy and Tails weren’t paying attention. Tails was on his 3rd orgasm of the minute while the croissants burned, blackened with neglect and Kramy feasted upon a selection of suppository style acid and meth.
“Its my liver back.” Sonuc said with a sound of glee in his voice, as tails whipped his gargantuan testicles with a wooden spoon, he screamed loud, out the window, but all the neighbors were too dead to hear.
“My podge-parts do feel ill you know. I really think this is why.” Holding the liver waving it about, he states perfectly clear to the room. “I will need this in me again.”
Tails had passed out and Kramy had eaten all the white-hot unattended bacon directly out of the skillet.
Sonuc walks to the phone and grabs its skinny phone-neck trying to choke it, hard. He started dialing Buckles’ number but Kramy was chattering in an acid frenzy about her many days as an ancient on the high seas.
“Shut the fuck up, you swirling shit biscuit!” He yelled. Because at the moment, she was one.
“Hel-“says the buckles, but is instantly interrupted.
“Listen buckles you chicken fucker, you’re a surgeon right?”
“Yeah dude, what of it?” Buckles says with many grins.
“I need my liver back in me, STAT.”
“Fuck, how’d it escape?” he asks.
“SHUT UP.” And sonuc hangs up the phone on its hook, like a goddamn phone-fish.
Tails was awake now, and was prodding Sonucs manhole fervently.
“Cut that shit out, jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.” Sonuc griped as he smacked Tails’ cock to the side. He got cum all over his hand.
Sonuc stopped watching Tails having orgasms on the floor when he smelled something… something plaid, and grungey. He could smell 90’s nearing the house. It must be Buckles. It was coming in fast, so he jumped under the kitchen counter with Kramy who was washing invisible clothes on a washboard she told him was made of her metaphoric virginity.
“Kramy you’re such a fucking cow, holy shit.” He managed to mutter, right before the X-treme X-plosion and crossfire of Buckles busting through the window on his roller skates. “God damn.” he said. His eyes still adjusting to the vicious hunk of ripped plaid and denim before him. “You smell like teen spirit, and Everclear. Gross.”
“Dude, I am a surgeon.” Buckles seemed to note the obvious. “Where’s the kidney?”
“Its in the box.” Sonuc mouths, silently. “Elephant poop.” Buckles mouths silently in reply.
Sonuc attempts to deck Buckles in his gay whore-mouth for saying he loved him, but buckles blocked with 20 matchboxes and then countered with a sugar ray and smashed Sonucs mouth.
Sonuc didn’t care, he just said. “I will fuck you and your Pogs, if I do not have liver access in 20 minutes.”
“Luckily for you I have my dubble-super-X-treme-Nerf-surgeon kit.” Buckles barked sharply. “Ill fuck you up if you don’t hold still.”
So it began. Sonuc preferred to remain unsedated during the operations as to keep an eye on that bastard Tails and his huge donkey cock. Not to mention Kramy who was at the time conquering the north face of the cabinets.
He didn’t notice Buckles put in something else accidentally, from some other box. That came from some other where.
When it was done, Sonuc immediately got up and hit tails for every time he had cum while sonuc was being surgered upon. He had been counting. But each time Sonuc hit him, it made him cum again. Sonuc realized the plight of this devils game, and that the carpet couldn’t take it, so he stopped hitting tails and instead twisted his cock in a knot.
After these activities, he retired to the cocoon with Sallymander and made sweet sweet love to her at full force.
During the aftersex Sonuc and Sallymander were laying full of cum feelings when...
Sonuc the hodgepodge croaks out of bed, creaking sleepishly.
“My podge-parts feel ill.” He said “But my hodgings are just fine.”
After a few moments of dazed murmuring into the cold rooms stark openness, he rustled the leftover crack off his Podge-parts and hodgings and sought breakfast.
Tails Plower was waiting for him, rock hard and frothing wet from anticipation.
“I maed u a brigfust”, he said, eagerly, awaiting Sonucs voice.
“That’s the least a’ my troubles.” He paused watching Tails cum awkwardly, like a child’s first and then sighed finishing his morning hello with; “and one-two more to you, Tails.” Tails’ apron was sopping and added a peculiar taste to the eggs before Sonuc, salty, but he didn’t care or even notice. He chomped at them solemnly with no thought for his actions but his own.
Just then, a rousing noise was heard outside. Kramy bitched at the door for a moment, before Tails wrung out his apron into the rest of the eggs and opened it for her ugly, bitch-face.
“Hello Sonuc and Tails.” She spurts. The gravy and candy mixing in her mouth as she spoke was unknowably heinous. Sonuc saw she had a package or parcel.
“Hey you crack-wife, give me that piece, a’ fore I smack your giant gravy ass across this god-damn room.” Sonuc whispers, as he gets up from his stoop with a look of horror on his face. “No.” She stated bluntly. “I found it outside already.” Sonuc then harshly smacked her in her notoriously bitchy, bitch-face.
Tails was watching. He seems as though he likes to watch Sonuc and Kramy fight. It gives him a great motivation to some uncharted goal, that even I, the narrarator do not know of. Sonuc snatched the small shit-brown box from her sweet, gravied hands as she sputtered in disbelief. Her brow furthered in bewilderment at his staunted grace.
Tails still ogled the spectacle. His increase in arousal became apparent.
“Happy birthday…” he reads, blinking slowly but surely.
“From brother Cheatau the hodgepodge.”…His mind wandered from time to time, as he recalled, today was his birthday. But through all the crack and hardship he knew, nothing was worth remembering anymore. “Its my birthday.” He spoke this as his eyes glazed with a look of absolute everything. He threw the parcel through the room and chased after it like he’d been taught to do in times of great discern.
Tails had gone back to cooking, but had begun masturbating wildly with reckless abandon. Sonuc had caught the parcel once more and was about to open it when
Suddenly, Sallymander emerged from her cocoon, snatching the nearest copy of esquire off the counter and stuttering back to her haltered abode in shallow despondency.
“Get it out” He beckoned ferociously like no other. The house grew still as she slumped to the floor in a pile. “I found a present from Shadow.” He spoke, truthfully for once.
“I will open it for you, if you but only stay to watch.” He said with a solemn embrace in his crack-withered voice.
Unable to blink or speak, she could only stare, but sonuc knew what his lover meant.
He tore into the parcel with fiendish delight, like a chupacabra at the catch.
Her balls withered and ascended from the aggression like a lonesome wild dog in a cold heartless winter. Kramy and Tails weren’t paying attention. Tails was on his 3rd orgasm of the minute while the croissants burned, blackened with neglect and Kramy feasted upon a selection of suppository style acid and meth.
“Its my liver back.” Sonuc said with a sound of glee in his voice, as tails whipped his gargantuan testicles with a wooden spoon, he screamed loud, out the window, but all the neighbors were too dead to hear.
“My podge-parts do feel ill you know. I really think this is why.” Holding the liver waving it about, he states perfectly clear to the room. “I will need this in me again.”
Tails had passed out and Kramy had eaten all the white-hot unattended bacon directly out of the skillet.
Sonuc walks to the phone and grabs its skinny phone-neck trying to choke it, hard. He started dialing Buckles’ number but Kramy was chattering in an acid frenzy about her many days as an ancient on the high seas.
“Shut the fuck up, you swirling shit biscuit!” He yelled. Because at the moment, she was one.
“Hel-“says the buckles, but is instantly interrupted.
“Listen buckles you chicken fucker, you’re a surgeon right?”
“Yeah dude, what of it?” Buckles says with many grins.
“I need my liver back in me, STAT.”
“Fuck, how’d it escape?” he asks.
“SHUT UP.” And sonuc hangs up the phone on its hook, like a goddamn phone-fish.
Tails was awake now, and was prodding Sonucs manhole fervently.
“Cut that shit out, jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.” Sonuc griped as he smacked Tails’ cock to the side. He got cum all over his hand.
Sonuc stopped watching Tails having orgasms on the floor when he smelled something… something plaid, and grungey. He could smell 90’s nearing the house. It must be Buckles. It was coming in fast, so he jumped under the kitchen counter with Kramy who was washing invisible clothes on a washboard she told him was made of her metaphoric virginity.
“Kramy you’re such a fucking cow, holy shit.” He managed to mutter, right before the X-treme X-plosion and crossfire of Buckles busting through the window on his roller skates. “God damn.” he said. His eyes still adjusting to the vicious hunk of ripped plaid and denim before him. “You smell like teen spirit, and Everclear. Gross.”
“Dude, I am a surgeon.” Buckles seemed to note the obvious. “Where’s the kidney?”
“Its in the box.” Sonuc mouths, silently. “Elephant poop.” Buckles mouths silently in reply.
Sonuc attempts to deck Buckles in his gay whore-mouth for saying he loved him, but buckles blocked with 20 matchboxes and then countered with a sugar ray and smashed Sonucs mouth.
Sonuc didn’t care, he just said. “I will fuck you and your Pogs, if I do not have liver access in 20 minutes.”
“Luckily for you I have my dubble-super-X-treme-Nerf-surgeon kit.” Buckles barked sharply. “Ill fuck you up if you don’t hold still.”
So it began. Sonuc preferred to remain unsedated during the operations as to keep an eye on that bastard Tails and his huge donkey cock. Not to mention Kramy who was at the time conquering the north face of the cabinets.
He didn’t notice Buckles put in something else accidentally, from some other box. That came from some other where.
When it was done, Sonuc immediately got up and hit tails for every time he had cum while sonuc was being surgered upon. He had been counting. But each time Sonuc hit him, it made him cum again. Sonuc realized the plight of this devils game, and that the carpet couldn’t take it, so he stopped hitting tails and instead twisted his cock in a knot.
After these activities, he retired to the cocoon with Sallymander and made sweet sweet love to her at full force.
During the aftersex Sonuc and Sallymander were laying full of cum feelings when...
Soiled and creamed
Posted 17 years agoI was just washing the lawn, when i was minding my own business. This ugy-ass from next door said he could spot my nipples, and i needed to put on a damned shirt. I told him to look here, into my fist, and then i punched him in his poppycock.
I hope he learns, cause next time, itll be right in the childhood memories, and ill use my dick too.
Anyways, Tales did this thing today, he made me look like the bad guy. I just wanted some peace and quiet so i could watch Bass Mn' n' McRobnn', but he came over looking like some sort of dandered dangle, dressed up in lace, and sexin' up on me. I told him i wasnt in the mood, and that hed better step back or hed feel me!...But that only aroused the child. What a little shit he is, i had to smack him with a posterious lump. Now the little fucker is dead, and everyone blames me.
It was me.
I hope he learns, cause next time, itll be right in the childhood memories, and ill use my dick too.
Anyways, Tales did this thing today, he made me look like the bad guy. I just wanted some peace and quiet so i could watch Bass Mn' n' McRobnn', but he came over looking like some sort of dandered dangle, dressed up in lace, and sexin' up on me. I told him i wasnt in the mood, and that hed better step back or hed feel me!...But that only aroused the child. What a little shit he is, i had to smack him with a posterious lump. Now the little fucker is dead, and everyone blames me.
It was me.
