Newton
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Post by Newton on Sept 23, 2015 9:12:26 GMT
The year is 2071, two weeks after the nuclear holocaust. A man is looting in what once was a great american city. Hes quite sick of it, the end of the world wouldnt have been so bad if he just could find one single human being. The weeks went on, still no human contact. One day he was rummaging around in old stores like he used to and since he already gone through most of the regular stores he entered a make-up store. His mind flashed back to how it wouldve looked back in the day, hot babes in skimpy dresses trying out lipstick and when he saw a skeleton in a dress hanging over the counter his sexual frustration got the better of him. He grabbed some random makeup and started applying to the skull. "Stupid bitch standing here selling makeup while I was building a bunker" he thought. He cut up and glued on some old bicycle tires as lips and an old mop worked as a wig. He looked at his creation and sighed "So your the most beatiful woman in the world..." The only thing he had against the friction was motor oil. Everything done he violated that skull long and hard while his dog gave him a confused look. Finally climax and he was disgusted by himself and threw the skull as hard as he could on the floor. He had this peculiar feeling and turned around. On the other side of the street there was a flesh and blood, breathing, gorgeous woman. Their eyes met, his was a look of pure joy and hers of chock and disgust. "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK OR I'LL BLOW YOU TO BITS!!" she screamed before she ran off. "Well, guess I fucked that up" he thought and reached down, grabbed his ol trusty sixshooter and blew his own head off.
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Dr. Mengelito
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Post by Dr. Mengelito on Sept 23, 2015 11:08:55 GMT
The year is 2071, two weeks after the nuclear holocaust. A man is looting in what once was a great american city. Hes quite sick of it, the end of the world wouldnt have been so bad if he just could find one single human being. The weeks went on, still no human contact. One day he was rummaging around in old stores like he used to and since he already gone through most of the regular stores he entered a make-up store. His mind flashed back to how it wouldve looked back in the day, hot babes in skimpy dresses trying out lipstick and when he saw a skeleton in a dress hanging over the counter his sexual frustration got the better of him. He grabbed some random makeup and started applying to the skull. "Stupid bitch standing here selling makeup while I was building a bunker" he thought. He cut up and glued on some old bicycle tires as lips and an old mop worked as a wig. He looked at his creation and sighed "So your the most beatiful woman in the world..." The only thing he had against the friction was motor oil. Everything done he violated that skull long and hard while his dog gave him a confused look. Finally climax and he was disgusted by himself and threw the skull as hard as he could on the floor. He had this peculiar feeling and turned around. On the other side of the street there was a flesh and blood, breathing, gorgeous woman. Their eyes met, his was a look of pure joy and hers of chock and disgust. "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK OR I'LL BLOW YOU TO BITS!!" she screamed before she ran off. "Well, guess I fucked that up" he thought and reached down, grabbed his ol trusty sixshooter and blew his own head off. Great short, real good one. |
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