SFH3 Run #1877: Pink Tutu Run
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: | 05/21/2018 |
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: | Sea Wall Lot (Front & Union) |
: | Cream Chugger and Handpump |
: | Do Her Well |
Just Get It Over With sits attentively in front of the center of the stage. It isn't quite boobies, but it perhaps may be even better. Anaphylactic Cock settles down next to her, and they finally shush Dick Ass Mother Fucker. Wrinklepecker and Cosmic Pussy grab the snacks from Five Angry Inches, who is slapped by Fuck Norris for letting them get away. Tears of Semen checks her watch when she sees Stinky Floss moving towards the door. Finally, Hand Pump opens the curtains, dims the backlights and brightens the stage lights, starts the music, and nods at Cream Chugger to begin singing:
The flour glows white on the sidewalk tonight
Buck Fucka is howling as Good Shit's guts storm inside
Let it go, let it go
It's funny how a 12 Days Patch makes everything seem small
We can let it go, let it go
The cardboard flurries through Just Sao's hands from the ground
Let it go, let it go
B2B never bothered me anyway
There is complete silence. Mouth Down South is passed out on top of the bag of tutus, snoring gently next to Sleazy Like Sunday Whoring. Tuna on Top wheels over their feet to wake them up, and they belatedly whap their hands together in half-conscious applause.
"Oh, it's from Frozen!" Banana In Public exclaims.
One and Done flips a Bird.
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