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Lord Glanthron reclined in the soft plush of his daybed and reflected on the events of the evening. Admittedly, he was slightly drowsy from the Elexian ale but the memories of the Darvincian Representatvies ample buttocks were vivid in his mind. His majesty was intrigued not onlyby the sheer audacity of the Darvincian male, but also smitten with his equipment-thunderous, magnificent forearms, elongated tendrils at the sense folds and yes those incredible fucking balls. He longed for those massive globes, pined for their humid odor to pierce his nose hairs once again. D

Date Written: April 15, 2004
Author: Destroyah
Average Vote: 2.8

04/20/2004 Ferucio P. Chhretan (4): "D"? "Humid odor" is almost as good as turgid sac. I think I'm smelling that odor now.
04/20/2004 John Slocum (3): This is well trod territory, not executed deftly.
04/20/2004 TheBuyer (3): I like ample buttocks, always have, but "Elaxian" ale trips my Star Trek reflex.
04/20/2004 Maxwell Demon (3):
04/21/2004 Mr. Pony: Holy Joe! That's quite a name!
05/20/2004 Dylan Danko (1): This sucks.
05/20/2004 Dylan Danko: I like the author's name though.