Combine and discuss these items...

[Greg_W]

Cornish game hens

dwarf-tossing

toe sucking

galoshes

 

combine, discuss, create your own story. I'll check on your progress tomorrow.

 

Greg_W

[iain]

I know how hard it can be to make weekend plans, but this is a cry for help.

[willstrickland]

Greg's fantasy was a bit far-fetched, but he actually managed to locate a dwarf with balls the size of cornish game hens. But alas, while Greg furiously tongued said dwarf's balls in the 69 position, the dwarf couldn't quite reach Greg's toes. Failing to receive his requested toe-sucking, through no fault of the dwarf (he can't help it if he can't reach), Greg quickly put his clothes back on...first the lacy neglige, followed by a replica of Monca Lewisnki's famous dress, and topped off with a natty victorian lace shawl. Living in rainy Seattle, he complimented this get-up with Prada galoshes. Then Greg though to himself "Why the fuck am I leaving, this is MY basement apartment." So he grabbed the dwarf by the nape of the neck and the band of his thong and tossed him out the window with a farewell cry of "Fuck you if you think you can force your liberal anti toe sucking agenda on me you stupid beyotch!"

[Ursa_Eagle]

[rbw1966]

Greg_W was awakened from his blood-engorged dream of toe-sucking Mounty Blueblocker to the thunderous clamor of lightning strikes on the granite above his head. "Holy Mother of Ashcroft! If that was any closer I could fry a cornish hen on it!" he screamed to his partner, liberal scion J_B who was reading the communist manifesto nearby. "I better get my galoshes on before I ruin this new pedicure!"

 

"Its a neo-conservative plot to keep us off the mountains" cried out j_b as he lustily spied Greg's lacey whale-tail riding above his mammut pants as he bent over in front of him. Fed up with his wingbat rantings, Greg_W picked up J_B, and like Jesse Ventura at a champion dwarf-toss, J_B took flight into the night leaving Greg alone on his electrical mountainside.

 

Settling back down under the cover of the grantite overhang, Greg returned to his fantasy of the mighty Blueblocker, drolling like Pavlov's dogs at the thought of toe-sucking that wonderfully-moustached man.

[jjd]

As reported by CC.com News:

 

A delusional, naked man covered in feathers was arrested in his home last night. The man, identified as Greg_W from Seattle, was apparently engaging in a cult sex ritual. The man had covered himself in mayonnaise and feathers from a Cornish Game Hen as part of the ritual. When police entered the man's home, he was sucking on the toes of a naked dwarf. Upon seeing police enter, the man threw a pair of galoshes at the door, injuring one officer. Biohazard teams were sent in to clean up a mysterious mixture of liquid on the floor. Officials, speaking on condition of anonymity, claim that the liquid was "a mixture of semen, pig feces, and another substance, yet to be determined." The ritual, which included sucking on the dwarfs toes, as well as licking the dwarf's rectum, is known in underground sex circles as "dwarf tossing." There has been no word on the condition of the dwarf. The officer injured at the scene was treated for minor injuries and released from the hospital that evening. Greg_W is being held without bail at central lockup, pending a psychiatric evaluation.

[ashw_justin]

Cornish game hens are a violence perpetrated on the working class by THE MAN, those gaddamned fukin' evil conservatives. Somebody needs to toss those toe-sucking dwarves out on the street, so those dirty sonsabitches may reap what they sow. Oh and, galoshes, bitch.

[Greg_W]

You fuckers are sick...

[selkirk]

You fuckers are sick...

 

coming from the

 

A delusional, naked man covered in feathers....

 

[Greg_W]

Try "Armani-suit-clad and being chased by photographers"

[rbw1966]

The paparazzi really have fingers on the pulse of the toe-sucking, dwarf-tossing celebrity crowd.