Listen up, here's a story, about a little guy that lives in a blue world. And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue like him inside and outside. Except for one thing, which he saw as he looked out the blue little window in his blue house. This man's juicy moustache twirled in the blue wind. The blue guy's blue phallus became erect instantly.
The blue guy went outside, but it was already too late. This man wasn't there anymore. So he went into his blue corvette and thought about how he ain't got nobody to listen to.
As he drove through the blue amish countryside, he saw the man again. He went out and greeted the man. "I'm Stalin," the man with the moustache said. "I'm the blue guy," the blue guy replied. "Hop in my Corvette and I'll show you the best of this blue world," he added, winking seductively.
The two went into the back and made sweet blue love as smooth jazz came out the radio. The blue guy then reached for his blue pants, and pulled out a blue casette from the pocket. "Listen to this," he said. "It's my new hot single." He put it into the blue car radio, and they listened to "I'm Blue," the greatest song to ever come out of anyone's urethra fully formed. The blue sun set and the love was made.