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I needed somewhere to unload this little gem.
oh, and fyi, "Orangu-tangue" is to be pronounced as "or-ain-jew-tain-jew" or "orangutang" if you're not italian. more fyi i got this mad lib esque thingy from http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/, have fun!
The Miracle Of The Orangu-tangue
Booberella hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it Like a lonely huntress carrying the kill back to her bloated and hunger driven kiddies. She loathed it.
Every December, Booberella would feel herself getting all lightly freckled inside. She refused to put up a Christmas dart, she snapped at anyone rank enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Booberella had to go to the mall to buy a turgid sex. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing flabbergastedley around and so much Christmas music blaring gleefully, she thought her elbow pit would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was an opaque man collecting for charity. Booberella never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the opaque man dropped his bells and ran by the side of the road. There was a five-spice covered orangu-tangue right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the opaque man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Booberella rushed out and sexily pushed them both out of the way. There was a enormous bang and then everything went dark.
When Booberella woke up, she was in a glowey room. There was a Christmas dart in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Booberella's clavical hurt. A lot.
The opaque man came into the room. "I'm so rancid!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Pool Boy Juan. You saved me from the truck. But your clavical is broken."
Booberella hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas dart up and her clavical was broken, she felt quite moist, especially when she looked at Pool Boy Juan.
"Your clavical must hurt unwillingly," Pool Boy Juan said. "I think this will help." And he licked Booberella several times.
Now Booberella felt very moist indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Pool Boy Juan. "I love you," she said, and kissed Pool Boy Juan rhigamortisedly.
"I love you too," said Pool Boy Juan. Just then, the orangu-tangue ran into the room and nuzzled Booberella's eyebrow. "I brought him home with us," Pool Boy Juan said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Booberella said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
oh, and fyi, "Orangu-tangue" is to be pronounced as "or-ain-jew-tain-jew" or "orangutang" if you're not italian. more fyi i got this mad lib esque thingy from http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/, have fun!
The Miracle Of The Orangu-tangue
Booberella hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it Like a lonely huntress carrying the kill back to her bloated and hunger driven kiddies. She loathed it.
Every December, Booberella would feel herself getting all lightly freckled inside. She refused to put up a Christmas dart, she snapped at anyone rank enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Booberella had to go to the mall to buy a turgid sex. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing flabbergastedley around and so much Christmas music blaring gleefully, she thought her elbow pit would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was an opaque man collecting for charity. Booberella never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the opaque man dropped his bells and ran by the side of the road. There was a five-spice covered orangu-tangue right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the opaque man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Booberella rushed out and sexily pushed them both out of the way. There was a enormous bang and then everything went dark.
When Booberella woke up, she was in a glowey room. There was a Christmas dart in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Booberella's clavical hurt. A lot.
The opaque man came into the room. "I'm so rancid!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Pool Boy Juan. You saved me from the truck. But your clavical is broken."
Booberella hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas dart up and her clavical was broken, she felt quite moist, especially when she looked at Pool Boy Juan.
"Your clavical must hurt unwillingly," Pool Boy Juan said. "I think this will help." And he licked Booberella several times.
Now Booberella felt very moist indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Pool Boy Juan. "I love you," she said, and kissed Pool Boy Juan rhigamortisedly.
"I love you too," said Pool Boy Juan. Just then, the orangu-tangue ran into the room and nuzzled Booberella's eyebrow. "I brought him home with us," Pool Boy Juan said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Booberella said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.