A/N: I'd like the thank everyone who made this possible. My family, my friends, and any other sea cow out there who oh so badly needs recognition and just does not get it. Also a special thankyou to my darling gypsy, who contributed a very special paragraph, a paragraph to which this would just not have been possible.
So let's raise our glass, and celebrate the whale dick- *huzzah*
-4 HOURS PREVIOUS-
Gyps was no ordinary gypsy, you see. Most gypsies from her village were actually friends with the spermies! To even think of befriending those fuckheads made shivers tingle down my fat, sea salt flavoured spine.
I shivered, and Pa noticed- he shivered also.
It was a collective problem with dugongs you see...just like when the regular muggles in human land yawn upon seeing another human yawn...us dugongs do the same when shivering.
I shivered.
Pa shivered.
I shivered.
Pa shivered.
And the gypsy could help but .
And by , I mean that gyps came over- mermaid form, and said hello to me and Pa.
Who were still shivering.
I exchanged a handshake with my dear old pal Gyps, and then my Pa offered her some buttered toast- I don't know a single soul who don't like no buttered toast. And this was no ordinary butter. It was lemon butter.
Lemon butter- the butter of kings.
Kings, but more importantly- sea cows.
And so the 3 of us sat, munching away at our lemon butter and jelly toasted sandwiches, watching the younger spermies play hopscotch.
Next to the fresh spermies were a few of Gyps' so called "friends" from the village, mucking around with some male spermies, if you know what I mean.
I swear I could hear that whore from over here. McGathy was really taking her home.
Apparently spermies have huge dicks.
As if I'm not packin'.
"Who do those sperm whales think they are?" Gyps raged, "fucking taking away the dugong's friends and shit."
She munched into her sandwich, as an attractive male whale looked her way.
"Fuck off," she told him.
The male was offended. He adjusted his hat, scratched his chin, took a piss, adjusted his male area, and then swam off.
"Damn spermies," I yelled, "PISSING ALL OVER MY FUCKING LAWN!"
"Aw shucks, don't be sour, duggy. They're all just pussies anyway", said Gyps.
We ate in silence, as I continued to size up McGathy's dick in comparison to mine.
Despite the fact that we were sitting over 200 metres away, and despite the fact that even 200 metres away, it looked bigger than the family dog, I don't think it was even that big.
I could almost see my own member from where I was sitting, 40cm away.
McGathy's got nothing on me.