AHAHA OH MY GOD
FUCK YES, MADLIBS. MADLIBS ARE AWESOME. LET'S ALL PLAY SOME FREAKING MADLIBS, BRATS.
The Bunny Prince
The Director was walking through a creamy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a homosexual little bunny lying under a tree.
The Director skipped over to see the dear thing and was slap-happy to find that he was hurt! An apple had pierced his pugnacious little penis and he whimpered sexually with the pain.
"My awesome little friend," The Director said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the apple, as graciously as she could. The bunny cried out and The Director's heart ached, like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts. "You'll be all right," The Director whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Stephan and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Stephan up in her arms, The Director carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, The Director nursed Stephan, cleaning his penis and feeding him Buttplug-brand bunny chow.
On the eighth night, Stephan climbed into bed with The Director. He burrowed under the covers and melodramatically ran The Director's fanged vagina. It made The Director giggle and she cuddled close to Stephan, stroking his amber nipple and singing serenely to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, The Director hurried home so she could curl up with Stephan. It gave her a wet feeling whenever Stephan ran her fanged vagina.
Then one night, Stephan looked up at The Director and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a fabulous prince."
The Director screamed woodenly, she was so surprised. How could a bunny talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Stephan said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," The Director said and kissed Stephan on his amber nipple. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a fabulous prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Stephan," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" The Director said.
"See?" Stephan said and showed The Director the scar from the apple on his penis. Then he kissed The Director and they tumbled just inside Yzak's bagel and did a lot of very steamy things, some of them involving a belligerant monster.
"I love you," Stephan said when they were done. The Director clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Stephan had stashed away.
And if Stephan didn't know about The Director's visits to the bunny sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
AHAHAHA OH MY FUCKING GOD. AWESOME. JUST PLAIN AWESOME. IT TOTALLY FUCKING HAPPENED JUST LIKE THIS.
Slap-happy Love
The Director finished packing. Ever since Stephan, her own true love, had been lost at sea, The Director had been creamy.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing ran her, all was steamy. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going just inside Yzak's bagel to become a pugnacious buttplug.
Just then, there was a fabulous knock at the door. The Director opened it and stood there woodenly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her fanged vagina.
When The Director came to, Stephan was holding her amber nipple and looking awesome. "My love," Stephan said sexually, "I'm sorry for the belligerant shock. I've been shipwrecked on a homosexual island for the last ten years, living like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my penis in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
The Director could hardly believe her Stephan had returned. "I will always love you, penis or no penis. Besides, you can cover it up with an apple."
They embraced serenely and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was wet.
NOT AS GOOD AS THE LAST ONE. LET'S TRY ONE MORE TIME BEFORE YOU BRATS GO AND MAKE YOUR OWN GODDAMN ONES.
A Buttplug In Time
On a pugnacious and fabulous morning, The Director sat just inside Yzak's bagel. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her fanged vagina ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Stephan to love someone with an awesome penis?
Serenely, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a steamy slap-happy monster, all on a summer's day. I wish my Stephan would run me, in his own wet way..."
"Do you?" Stephan sat down beside The Director and put his hand on The Director's amber nipple. "I think that could be arranged."
The Director gasped woodenly. "But what about my awesome penis?"
"I like it," Stephan said sexually. "I think it's belligerant."
They came together and their kiss was like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts.
"I love you," The Director said graciously.
"I love you too," Stephan replied and ran her.
They bought a bunny, moved in together, and lived melodramatically ever after.
SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO MAKE YOUR FUCKING OWN.
The Bunny Prince
The Director was walking through a creamy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a homosexual little bunny lying under a tree.
The Director skipped over to see the dear thing and was slap-happy to find that he was hurt! An apple had pierced his pugnacious little penis and he whimpered sexually with the pain.
"My awesome little friend," The Director said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the apple, as graciously as she could. The bunny cried out and The Director's heart ached, like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts. "You'll be all right," The Director whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Stephan and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Stephan up in her arms, The Director carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, The Director nursed Stephan, cleaning his penis and feeding him Buttplug-brand bunny chow.
On the eighth night, Stephan climbed into bed with The Director. He burrowed under the covers and melodramatically ran The Director's fanged vagina. It made The Director giggle and she cuddled close to Stephan, stroking his amber nipple and singing serenely to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, The Director hurried home so she could curl up with Stephan. It gave her a wet feeling whenever Stephan ran her fanged vagina.
Then one night, Stephan looked up at The Director and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a fabulous prince."
The Director screamed woodenly, she was so surprised. How could a bunny talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Stephan said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," The Director said and kissed Stephan on his amber nipple. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a fabulous prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Stephan," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" The Director said.
"See?" Stephan said and showed The Director the scar from the apple on his penis. Then he kissed The Director and they tumbled just inside Yzak's bagel and did a lot of very steamy things, some of them involving a belligerant monster.
"I love you," Stephan said when they were done. The Director clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Stephan had stashed away.
And if Stephan didn't know about The Director's visits to the bunny sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
AHAHAHA OH MY FUCKING GOD. AWESOME. JUST PLAIN AWESOME. IT TOTALLY FUCKING HAPPENED JUST LIKE THIS.
Slap-happy Love
The Director finished packing. Ever since Stephan, her own true love, had been lost at sea, The Director had been creamy.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing ran her, all was steamy. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going just inside Yzak's bagel to become a pugnacious buttplug.
Just then, there was a fabulous knock at the door. The Director opened it and stood there woodenly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her fanged vagina.
When The Director came to, Stephan was holding her amber nipple and looking awesome. "My love," Stephan said sexually, "I'm sorry for the belligerant shock. I've been shipwrecked on a homosexual island for the last ten years, living like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my penis in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
The Director could hardly believe her Stephan had returned. "I will always love you, penis or no penis. Besides, you can cover it up with an apple."
They embraced serenely and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was wet.
NOT AS GOOD AS THE LAST ONE. LET'S TRY ONE MORE TIME BEFORE YOU BRATS GO AND MAKE YOUR OWN GODDAMN ONES.
A Buttplug In Time
On a pugnacious and fabulous morning, The Director sat just inside Yzak's bagel. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her fanged vagina ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Stephan to love someone with an awesome penis?
Serenely, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a steamy slap-happy monster, all on a summer's day. I wish my Stephan would run me, in his own wet way..."
"Do you?" Stephan sat down beside The Director and put his hand on The Director's amber nipple. "I think that could be arranged."
The Director gasped woodenly. "But what about my awesome penis?"
"I like it," Stephan said sexually. "I think it's belligerant."
They came together and their kiss was like a raging inferno of heat and lust and passion and doughnuts.
"I love you," The Director said graciously.
"I love you too," Stephan replied and ran her.
They bought a bunny, moved in together, and lived melodramatically ever after.
SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO MAKE YOUR FUCKING OWN.