Post by Finn on Nov 6, 2007 16:24:31 GMT -5
Well recently i've been noticing some surprising things about myself, and my sister. My sister is a developing young lady (11 years young) and she is cuurently blossoming into a beautiful rose. Her buds are boobing and with them my loins are rapidly rising in temperature. Now, were i to write a fictional story on the situation as it is, it would feature a young flower and an easily excitable bee. Allegorically, the bee would be myself and the flower - my sister. Back to the story... The bee would frequently pollinate the flower and the flower would some times shrivel away in fear but the bee would continue to pollinate it because he knows thats what the little bitch wants and if she screamed again he would beat her until she was leaking chlorophyl all over the place god damn it you stupid slut take it like i tell you to. Allegorically, chlorophyl would be blood. The bee would slowly slide his stinger into the gentle flaps of the rose pedals and then repeat - slowly and deliberately. After a few (VERY FEW) in'n'outs the bee would grow wearisome and retire. I think this would be a good story what about you guys @xf?
picture of her when she was 5
Now, i need some help. How do i convince the flower not to tell our mom? because jesus christ i don't want to get my supply of microwaveable dinners cut off again
picture of her when she was 5
Now, i need some help. How do i convince the flower not to tell our mom? because jesus christ i don't want to get my supply of microwaveable dinners cut off again
