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Victor Vulgar, poet laureate, often got his best ideas while wanking it.

“The girl with the pearl necklace…no…more than one…the girls with the necklaces of pearls…the girls with pearls! That’s it….”

He was so close. He felt a small vibration in his nose, slightly like a sneeze. Then Gabe, his sister's dalmation, pushed his way into Vic's room.

“No! Gabe, No!” He ushered the dog out, but the damage had been done. He lay back down and closed his eyes, but he could only see black and white spots.

“Cruella Deville was right about those stupid mutts…Cruella Deville. Cruella Deville? Ahhhh….that cunt of coupled color….”

Date Written: January 19, 2004
Author: Jimson S. Sorghum
Average Vote: 3

01/26/2004 anonymous (5):
01/26/2004 anonymous (1):
01/26/2004 qualcomm: SISTER'S dalmation... LAY back down... you can't spell, you don't know your grammars... jimson, this is a tough one, you're fired.
01/26/2004 Jimson S. Sorghum: I do! I just forgot to fix it.