The night was cold. Cold and dry. Like the opposite of pussy, which is generally warm and wet. Leastaways the pussies Blodgett had cum across in his time. Cum across with his opulent cock. Opulent like a stack of freshly minted Alexanders, because Blodgett didn't cum cheap. He came correct, motherfucker.
And he felt quite strongly about all this.
On the whole, leastaways.
Relatively speaking.
Ah, he wasn't really sure.
Date Written: December 5, 2003 Author:qualcomm Average Vote: 3
Comments:
12/9/2003Texxx (4): I like this a lot. I think it's the opulence.
12/9/2003Ewan Snow (3): Were you sober when you wrote this? A couple good moments, but overall, I gotta say, not your finest work...
12/9/2003qualcomm: why are you attacking me?
12/9/2003Ewan Snow: Don't worry, it's just personal.
12/9/2003qualcomm: cool. for a second, i thought you didn't like the short.
12/9/2003Ewan Snow: Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...
12/9/2003qualcomm: what if the tree is on a slope (by which i mean a jap)?
12/10/2003Phony Millions: This does smell of alchohol.
12/13/2003Dylan Danko: I like this one b/c it smells like Beam.
06/7/2004Will Disney (2): 2.5 stars - strong opening paragraph and then peters out...
06/7/2004qualcomm: yes, disney, embrace your hatred...
07/30/2004scoop (4): Hell, this ain't so bad.
07/30/2004Mr. Pony (2): I disagree. I feel like this is an extremely rare moment where we hear Summer saying to us "Look, I'm funny." I, too, am willing to chalk it up to drunkenness.
07/30/2004qualcomm: perfectly sober, and i stand by this work