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Artemus and Lurma Lou met one evening in a local tavern. it was nothing less than a hugeness of chemical fermentation that got all stirred up! many tavern goers suffered 3rd degree nostril burns.
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| i gotta' beer in my hand, goggles on my EYES, and a ragin' 'you-know-what' between my THIGHS! | |
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| oh for heaven sakes, you can really put words together. i think i've been titillated. | |
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when Lurma Lee Lou Ann McGee accepted Artemus Andrew Bob Billy Quantifico's ragin' 'you-know-what'" remark, Artemus knew Lurma's vagina was in the bag! he could hardly wait to pour beer in it.
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| oh for heavens's sake, you THINK you've been titillATED?! don't BLINK precious, or you'll get MASTURBATED! | |
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| OOOh!! you're so forward! | |
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the mere vastness of a somewhat rhyming verbiage that uttered forth from the mucous membrane on the inside of her anterior sphincter sent chills down Artemus's intact (though rubbery) spine.
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| forWARD we shall GO, where i become more unTOWARD... don't you KNOW!? | |
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| unto words i grant the CHARM, that you have spoken to ME, such that i feel a TINGE of personal ALARM come over ME. heightened by my inkling to CRINGE and FLEE. but i will stay and let BE what will BE. | |
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