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before they could get to couplin' that night, Artemus had to show Lurma Lou the results of his horribly longed for cosmetic surgery to his penile shaft, such that afterwards it was now what it was.
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| i'm gonna' practice by havin' Spot suck on the vacuum cleaner hose! | |
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| i'm gonna' practice by pourin' beer into my whoopee cushion! | |
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they prepared all week long to engage in some pre-sexual foreplay, and gathered up the items required for a successful outing in this highly incubatory aspect of the hillbilly inculturation. then ...
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| um... wusn't you gonna' show me somethin'? | |
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| yes Ms. Lurma, i was. you know i'm a writer of astounding merit. so, i got some of that cosmetical surgical stuff done to my peter, such that it would match my lifestyle. lemme' back up and show you! | |
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...he whupped it out so she could gaze at it. Artemus felt that it was best if the female in his life could gaze before sucking, such that a mode of relaxatory uninhibitionary softness could prevail.
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| oh Artemus, did you shave it jus' for me? | |
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| yeh baby, and i honed it too! | |
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