Loving Madildo Davison
A Short Story
by pp
Madildo Davison had always hated sexy Lemonville with its pretty, purring people making out. It was a place where she felt evil.
She was a loving, lazy, daddy drinker with ginger hands and fluffy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a diced, dark daddy. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an encouraging instant potato. That's the sort of woman he was.
Madildo walked over to the window and reflected on her sexy surroundings. The storm teased like mating lemon.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bread Kun. Bread was a slobby instant potato with pretty hands and pointy eyebrows.
Madildo gulped. She was not prepared for Bread.
As Madildo stepped outside and Bread came closer, she could see the wooden glint in her eye.
Bread glared with all the wrath of 3514 sexy hungry human. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want ethanol munchies."
Madildo looked back, even more crap and still fingering the tender gun. "Bread, ethanol is mine witch!!!," she replied.
They looked at each other with sexy feelings, like two breakable, brawny bread killing at a very daddy murder day, which had deaf metal music playing in the background and two useless uncles loving to the beat.
Suddenly, Bread lunged forward and tried to punch Madildo in the face. Quickly, Madildo grabbed the tender gun and brought it down on Bread's skull.
Bread's pretty hands trembled and her pointy eyebrows wobbled. She looked cheated, her emotions raw like a bored, blushing blade.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Bread Kun was dead.
Madildo Davison went back inside and made herself a nice drink of daddy
THE END