About the Author:
Currently entombed in resin for their portrayal of the crucifix, Buster Manwomb is planning legal action against Guiness for refusing to acknowledge their title of "most live octopi successfully stuffed into and removed from a crucifix'.
In their defence, that's what they thought 'crossplay' meant, and nobody said it was anything besides a generic drag queen on the cross.
One upon Time a there a man tacquitos selling. Name: Marcus Fenix. out It turns when born to to war, there isn't much left you to too do in thirty years between sequels.
"How do you make your tacquitos?" Papa smurf asked Marcus Fenix because a tacquito he wanted.
"Orphans." Marcus Fenix said.
"Orphans you say?" Papa Smurf says. "That is a strange."
"Is not a strange." Fenix say. "You can't kidnap what is not wanted. Like an orphan. I should do does know. My dad is a science man."
"Does your dad the science man have a science to say about being the canibalize?"
"Science man does is the say "It is only cannibalism if the balls touch. Science."
"I no argument the science." Speak the Papa Smurf. "I is no the orphan. Can my no is the cannibalize?"
"Wish the consume a?" Marcus the Fenix.
"Yes."
"Money of the twenty."
"Motherfucker." Papa Smurf. "Smurf is the no a job."
"Give is I can to smurf a job." Claim the Marcus Fenix.
"Is?" Papa Smurf the Papa Smurf.
"Penis." Marcus Fenix.
"Can. For a the of the?" Papa Smurf esquire.
"For the all of my tacquito."
"Smurf on!" Papa Smurf the on, cloth the off for the penis.
And so Papa Smurf and Marcus Fenix partook in the slobbery act of intergenital friction: An exploit not unlike if Peter Dinklage would get ass fucked by the International Space Station. If tore him in two.
"Two Papa Smurf be in the burst to." Papa Smurf be fire the die, say. "Need now the tacquito for the of the both Papa Smurf."
"Penis?" Marcus Fenix conjure.
"Okay."
And so Papa Smurf and Marcus Fenix partook in the slobbery act of intergenital friction: An exploit not unlike if Peter Dinklage would get ass fucked by the International Space Station. If tore him in two more pieces.
"Four Papa Smurf be in the burst to." Papa Smurf be fire the die, say. "Need now the tacquito for the of the four Papa Smurf."
"Penis?" Marcus Fenix conjure.
"Okay."
And so Papa Smurf and Marcus Fenix partook in the slobbery act of intergenital friction: An exploit not unlike if Peter Dinklage would get ass fucked by the International Space Station. This time it killed him.
The End.