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I'm Dreaming Of An Open Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Robert sat generously on the beach, sipping bumpy eggnog.
He looked at the wooden whip cream hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Becky had hung it there, just before they looked at each other quickly and then fell into each other's arms and caressed each other's breast.
If only I hadn't been so sloopy, Robert thought, pouring a gay amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Becky might not have got so hilly and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a stupid tear and held his lip in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a queer voice lifted dangerously up in song.
I'm dreaming of an open Christmas
Just like an angel coming down from heaven
Robert ran to the door. It was Becky, looking fun all over with snow.
"I missed you happily," Becky said. "And I wanted to lick your breast again."
Robert hugged Becky and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Becky said.
"I think so too," Robert said and they caressed each other's breast until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted bunny leg and lived profusely until Robert got drunk again.
The Adventure Of The Bunny
Robert and Becky were out for a gay Valentine's walk on the beach. As they went, Becky rested her hand on Robert's leg. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so stupid, Robert was filled with hilly dread.
"Do you suppose it's wooden here?" he asked happily.
"You fun silly," Becky said, tickling Robert with her blanket. "It's completely sloopy."
Just then, a bumpy bunny leapt out from behind a bed and caressed Becky in the lip. "Aaargh!" Becky screamed.
Things looked open. But Robert, although he was queer, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a whip cream and, like an angel coming down from heaven, beat the bunny dangerously until it ran off. "That will teach you to lick innocent people."
Then he clasped Becky close. Becky was bleeding profusely. "My darling," Robert said, and pressed his lips to Becky's breast.
"I love you," Becky said quickly, and expired in Robert's arms.
Robert never loved again.
To Quickly Lick
Robert and Becky were celebrating a wooden Valentine's Day together. Robert had cooked an open dinner and they ate on the beach by candlelight.
"My darling," Becky said, stroking Robert's lip, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Robert. "It is but a sloopy token of my soft love."
Robert opened the box. Inside was a furry blanket! He gazed at it dangerously. Then he gazed at Becky dangerously. "It's bumpy," Robert said. "Come here and let me lick you."
Just then, a stupid crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like an angel coming down from heaven. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a hilly voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Becky read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other generously as the crone cackled some more. Robert's leg began to tremble. Then Becky shrugged, pulled out a whip cream, and hit the crone on her breast. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Robert said and kissed Becky profusely. "This is a rough Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they caressed each other all night long.
[one for marybeth...techinically....but funny still]
Profusely Tripping
Robert tripped along happily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Becky, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a bunny hopping along, carrying a bed in its mouth.
Robert was almost on the beach when he came across a rough cake, lying alone on a soft plate. "That must be a treat from my bumpy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sloopy, so he ate it.
It gave him the most open tingling sensation in his leg. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Becky.
When Becky came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Robert cried quickly.
"Your breast! And your lip!" Becky said. "They're hilly! Can't you feel it?"
Robert felt his breast and his lip. They were indeed quite hilly. "Oh, no!" Robert said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rough cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Becky said. "I got you a blanket. It must have been that stupid man who lives nearby. He acts a little dangerously, ever since he caressed a whip cream."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Robert sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Becky said generously, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your breast is really wooden like that."
"Really?" Robert dried her tears. Robert kissed Becky and it was an entirely furry sensation, like an angel coming down from heaven.
They spent the night having entirely furry sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
[BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNIES!!!!!]
A Hilly Occurrence
Robert paced up and down, jiggling his leg. His very good friend, Mary Sue Blanket, had arranged to meet him here on the beach. "I have something bumpy to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Blanket was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Robert expected to see her bounce up, her sloopy hair streaming behind her and her wooden eyes aglow.
Robert heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soft for a delicate and stupid girl like Mary Sue Blanket, whose tread was open. He turned around and found Becky staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Becky said happily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Robert had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so generously. "Mary Sue Blanket asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Becky, his breast began to throb quickly.
"Oh," Becky said, profusely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Robert said and caught Becky by her lip. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Becky said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like an angel coming down from heaven.
From behind a whip cream, Mary Sue Blanket watched with a rough light in her furry eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Robert/Becky". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the bunny from extinction.
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I'm Dreaming Of An Open Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Robert sat generously on the beach, sipping bumpy eggnog.
He looked at the wooden whip cream hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Becky had hung it there, just before they looked at each other quickly and then fell into each other's arms and caressed each other's breast.
If only I hadn't been so sloopy, Robert thought, pouring a gay amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Becky might not have got so hilly and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a stupid tear and held his lip in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a queer voice lifted dangerously up in song.
I'm dreaming of an open Christmas
Just like an angel coming down from heaven
Robert ran to the door. It was Becky, looking fun all over with snow.
"I missed you happily," Becky said. "And I wanted to lick your breast again."
Robert hugged Becky and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Becky said.
"I think so too," Robert said and they caressed each other's breast until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted bunny leg and lived profusely until Robert got drunk again.
The Adventure Of The Bunny
Robert and Becky were out for a gay Valentine's walk on the beach. As they went, Becky rested her hand on Robert's leg. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so stupid, Robert was filled with hilly dread.
"Do you suppose it's wooden here?" he asked happily.
"You fun silly," Becky said, tickling Robert with her blanket. "It's completely sloopy."
Just then, a bumpy bunny leapt out from behind a bed and caressed Becky in the lip. "Aaargh!" Becky screamed.
Things looked open. But Robert, although he was queer, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a whip cream and, like an angel coming down from heaven, beat the bunny dangerously until it ran off. "That will teach you to lick innocent people."
Then he clasped Becky close. Becky was bleeding profusely. "My darling," Robert said, and pressed his lips to Becky's breast.
"I love you," Becky said quickly, and expired in Robert's arms.
Robert never loved again.
To Quickly Lick
Robert and Becky were celebrating a wooden Valentine's Day together. Robert had cooked an open dinner and they ate on the beach by candlelight.
"My darling," Becky said, stroking Robert's lip, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Robert. "It is but a sloopy token of my soft love."
Robert opened the box. Inside was a furry blanket! He gazed at it dangerously. Then he gazed at Becky dangerously. "It's bumpy," Robert said. "Come here and let me lick you."
Just then, a stupid crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like an angel coming down from heaven. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a hilly voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Becky read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other generously as the crone cackled some more. Robert's leg began to tremble. Then Becky shrugged, pulled out a whip cream, and hit the crone on her breast. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Robert said and kissed Becky profusely. "This is a rough Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they caressed each other all night long.
[one for marybeth...techinically....but funny still]
Profusely Tripping
Robert tripped along happily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Becky, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a bunny hopping along, carrying a bed in its mouth.
Robert was almost on the beach when he came across a rough cake, lying alone on a soft plate. "That must be a treat from my bumpy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sloopy, so he ate it.
It gave him the most open tingling sensation in his leg. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Becky.
When Becky came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Robert cried quickly.
"Your breast! And your lip!" Becky said. "They're hilly! Can't you feel it?"
Robert felt his breast and his lip. They were indeed quite hilly. "Oh, no!" Robert said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rough cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Becky said. "I got you a blanket. It must have been that stupid man who lives nearby. He acts a little dangerously, ever since he caressed a whip cream."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Robert sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Becky said generously, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your breast is really wooden like that."
"Really?" Robert dried her tears. Robert kissed Becky and it was an entirely furry sensation, like an angel coming down from heaven.
They spent the night having entirely furry sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
[BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNIES!!!!!]
A Hilly Occurrence
Robert paced up and down, jiggling his leg. His very good friend, Mary Sue Blanket, had arranged to meet him here on the beach. "I have something bumpy to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Blanket was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Robert expected to see her bounce up, her sloopy hair streaming behind her and her wooden eyes aglow.
Robert heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soft for a delicate and stupid girl like Mary Sue Blanket, whose tread was open. He turned around and found Becky staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Becky said happily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Robert had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so generously. "Mary Sue Blanket asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Becky, his breast began to throb quickly.
"Oh," Becky said, profusely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Robert said and caught Becky by her lip. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Becky said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like an angel coming down from heaven.
From behind a whip cream, Mary Sue Blanket watched with a rough light in her furry eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Robert/Becky". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the bunny from extinction.