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The rookie officer Emisarrio Din emptied the contents of his purse into the victim's open chest wound. “Officer Din!” screamed the new loot they sent in to replace the gooey loot. “Are you contaminating a crime scene? What in God's fuck are you doing?” The new loot looked like he was about to throw a rod. “I'm emptying my purse, sir,” Emissario said. “I couldn't find my lip gloss.” “Are you reverse ass fucking me, Officer Din?” “No, sir.” “Is your asshole distended and rigid, forming a cock-shaped thingy that's prying its way into my urethra at this very moment?” “No, sir.” “THEN PICK YOUR FUCKING LIP GLOSS OUT OF THIS MAN'S THOREX AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Emisarrio plucked the lip gloss from the victim's left lung and traced it onto his lips. The new loot was always screaming. The gooey loot never screamed like that. In fact, until Internal Affairs came to take him away, the gooey loot didn't do anything but whack off and fling semen around. “I never did find out,” Emisarrio thought, “why they called him the gooey loot.”
Date Written: August 21, 2009
Author: Ewan Snow
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