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[center]The Brad Code
by Artemis Strong[/center]
Excerpt from Chapter Three: "The Hole In My Jockey's Was Making My Weiner Rub Against My Zipper All Day"
As I stood there, shivering in my galoshes, I noticed a small incongruity in the feetforears2 character. Nothing even a well-heeled professional sctripcreatorist like myself would notice, but I was pretty high on barbituates and bacon bits and I seemed to have gained access to some rarely used center of observation in the human brain.
I printed out the gif and brought it with me to the library. I did a meta-search on the library database for "feetforears", but nothing came up. I tried "feetforears2", "feet for ears", "feet for ears stripcreator images" and "jennifer anniston uma thurman jenniffer connoley naked hot coed breast implant dog mpeg movie free" and still got nowhere.
I walked up to the booth signified as the information desk by a white poster marked with giant green "?" that hung from a beam and swayed delicately in the cloistered air of the 'brary.
The librarian's placard showed only a first name: Eric. When I looked at him (his wild bulging Marty Feldman-like eyes, asymmetrical pock-marked nose, gin blossoms spreading out under his bulbous all-seeing orbs, a thin livery curl of a dark maroon lip glistening with a perfect coat of saliva, scraggly patch of hair starting at his adam's apple and plummeting down into the dark recesses hidden by his sweat-stained shirt, and nasty little cum-stained fingers) I thought he bore some striking resemblance to someone I had just recently met in my adventures, but I couldn't place it. The churning in my stomach was too distracting to try and perform a high-end brain function such as accessing my recent memory.
"Do I know you?" I said to Eric.
"No" said Eric. Then he belched into his shirt sleeve.
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Ham-fisted ham fisting.
