AN: Helloo peoples! Long time, yes see! I did written a fews newers stoories since publishing the last craphter, but I simplies had lots of life drama that drained me down, thannks to a very special Puerto-Rican/Portuguese goy (not even kidinngs lol). I haved, though, founds a new leasing on life and I mean not to let any other cancerous infest babies like him ruin it for me. Please enjoys! Newer parts will cum soon, I promise!

"You is Mr.c?" I ask, with poopi teares forming in me eyes.

"Yes. My previous statement informs you of such affairs."

At that mement my hertz was beating at 20 hearts freneqcy. I couldn't fothermucking belive that it was him. Has the secrets organizations contact him already? Al the time freezen and I just stadn there. What the hello ouhgt i tell her?

"Uhhh, I seen... Did somebodyoranyotherpieceoforganicorsemiorganicmatter tolden your about me?" I ask, my lipps shivvryng like an anus about to receivie a 20'' cokk.

"Oh, yes indeed," he said, his lips smacking like hippopotamuses having gay sex "I had certainly heard of something. Apparently you host some sort of a webshow and you want to interview me. Is that correct?"

"Uhhh, yes. Shure. That woold the positive stametent be." said me, shrivering like a unshaveed catpussy shepp in spring.

I could hear his gillging like a oversprized elefphant offjerking a blue kangaroo while fellatting an donkee-horsy. It was so xesy that mine himyen start to refrom form the horniness.

"Well, you see, I have a very TIGHT schedule. But I'm sure I could get you TO FIT inside... uhh.. fit it inside... the schedule..."

"Oh I'm süre we'll will found sometime to do the interwatch. Ou'r shedule is doing a beinf of emtpy at the moments anyway. Thanks you for tis wonderfully opportuntitty."

"My PLEASURE. We'll discuss the date and time very soon."

"Oh ands before yous' goine, what doth thours first namae?"

"That, my friend Charles shall remain a secret for now. See you later!"

He hung up.

Nott even hiss cock, but on the phon.

I am so maad at mens the dayz of these.

Anwywas, I were raelly tireds so I deciding was to go sleepy. I puted on my fishnets pajama so I walker down with red polka-dance-dots on my skin. I openestd the curt(kob)ains at my roombed wider than the reprofucktory organs off a priest in an daycarre cenrte. Thinkgen of childgrape, I slowl descent to sllep...

"Yo Carlz!" I hears.

It bee Slam. I wonderd how she manage mented to get the dorr opens withouts the keyi, but I reelly was no't in a mood of givings of shits to others'.

"Hay Sem." me saysing, barley being awokan, fixin mey ugly beaner-like hairs smellthing of rosa vokda juice russian semen beans "What's is it's?"

"Oh, wellp, you see Carl," she sad, flucking her haair in hour finders "I was wondersing if i could get yoor pubez off yo vagani by giving you zhelf canser. You'r pubricant alway gets in my's mouf."

At thpiss very momentum I had a hard-off becaus the nearby passing train remindes me of Auschwits where grandfa uses to work and thats bee my favuorite smut story.

"Sum, please, stoop bing so FUCKING stuppid, k.o.?"

"Goddam Carlz, you know water? Fucker you, you frickeng freckles fart babby. I hadd enoughs of your' bullspermic agantonizing parashitic homophoebia, ya feckeng pigg!" Dim Sam seid and walke out like an Gestapo piercin thrugh da citits of Polland land.

"No, Sam! Whait! I didn't mea-"

Butt alas, it were to lates. Slam's goochi giichi coochie left/right the apartments buildings runnings, like Sonic the Heggyhogs running aways from a hornneh Knuckels' eleven foots long echedna dongs that wouldy pierce the heavens, if god actual exist checkm8 creationistststs.

I was way to horny be to runinn so I stopp walkings after 2 meter (GOTS A PROBLEMS WITH METRICS SYSTEMS YA FILTHY FUCKEN AMERUCAN?) whichs is abutt 6 and halfs foots (HAPII?). I were way two busy going to choke my chickhen, spank my monkeez, go on a dates with Rosiey Palm(tree)s.

The chickin choken went wellz, on the bad SIDE, I dont' hav a chicklen to put in the cockofight next wek, but on the plus side(aid)s, I cans seller it to KFS. Shit going to will be so cashity cash cash.

Mon key spanking also wents welldone. I goned to the zooo and break in the cage to spank. Marmoset are really tini so I have great pleisure spanking their prostate with my election. So tighty whity, like a virgin's faloppian tubes.

Rose(chu)y Palms didn not arrives at datte, so I very mads were, smoke was cuming out of my eals. I swer to fricking chroist I will blimey the shite out of Chris-khan's anus blody m7. If I weren't doing a being of hungover like a horse I would been smacking the bloody ass-shites out of her big fatt arshe. But atlas, the mental sstres have already was done.

After masturscating three thymes in a grow, I decided it weres the time too plan th einterviev withs mR. c. Than suddently I starting to hears voicers:

"Carly!

This is me, Mr. C! I am currently using my telepathic powers, because at this very moment, they are quite very much detrimental as to how the Operation is going to proceed. I propose that we carry out the interview in my penthouse with the filming done by my crew. Your party can do the editing if you wish to do so, but please keep the same directive as the original. You are going to be given a paper with questions at the interview, but please feel free to speak your mind and ask something that you want to know, if so. Improvisation never hurt anyone."

I wants to repply, butt i don'ts knows how two talke telephallically, so I did haved not.

"I've scheduled the interview on Monday at 4 PM sharp. I am sorry to tell you of this now, but I am going to be very busy next week and it was really hard to find an open spot on my timetable. I hope you can understand. Anyway, see you in two days!"

Ass the vocarls echooed thei're last contenst at the distantce, a faint fire hollorcausted throug my hertz.