home authors guest shorts graphical shorts
Killjoy Preminger knew that Preparation H wasn’t going to cut it. He needed stronger medicine for his bushel of pendulous, bluish, apple-sized hemorrhoids.
“Now if I can just get a grip on them with this vise, I should be able to saw them off,” he reasoned. He spun the screw and clamped them down, but when he pulled the saw over his bulbous vine of ‘roids, they just chewed the teeth right off the saw.
Next he reached for a bottle of liquid nitrogen (his assy tumors still clamped down in the vise) with the idea that if they were frozen, he could smash them with a hammer. He poured the frigid potion over his lumpy mound of swollen rectal nodules and in a moment they were frozen solid. He swung a hammer with all his might, but it, not his piles, shattered upon impact.
”Maybe I should try the blowtorch,” he mused, "and burn this rectal brain off at the stem." And it would have worked, too, but he didn’t have proper eye protection, so he decided against it.
Date Written: January 23, 2004
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4