Gee thanks Brian (the sequel)
Berlioz and Toulouse were out for a sterile Valentine's walk in a tent. As they went, Toulouse rested his hand on Berlioz's dong. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so spastic, Berlioz was filled with queer dread.
"Do you suppose it's safe here?" he asked huskily.
"You silly homo," Toulouse said, tickling Berlioz with his sex toy. "It's completely dong-tastic."
Just then, a ghetto honey badger leapt out from behind a dirty magazine and kicked Toulouse in the phallus. "Aaargh!" Toulouse screamed.
Things looked ravishing. But Berlioz, although he was hunky, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a severed head and, like a monkey on a mule, beat the honey badger homoerotically until it ran off. "That will teach you to kick innocent people."
Then he clasped Toulouse close. Toulouse was bleeding nonconsentually. "My darling," Berlioz said, and pressed his lips to Toulouse's No-No-Zone.
"I love you," Toulouse said sensually, and expired in Berlioz's arms.
Berlioz never loved again.
"Do you suppose it's safe here?" he asked huskily.
"You silly homo," Toulouse said, tickling Berlioz with his sex toy. "It's completely dong-tastic."
Just then, a ghetto honey badger leapt out from behind a dirty magazine and kicked Toulouse in the phallus. "Aaargh!" Toulouse screamed.
Things looked ravishing. But Berlioz, although he was hunky, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a severed head and, like a monkey on a mule, beat the honey badger homoerotically until it ran off. "That will teach you to kick innocent people."
Then he clasped Toulouse close. Toulouse was bleeding nonconsentually. "My darling," Berlioz said, and pressed his lips to Toulouse's No-No-Zone.
"I love you," Toulouse said sensually, and expired in Berlioz's arms.
Berlioz never loved again.