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The Foppish Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Anita and fgyetr went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Anita hit fgyetr in his goider with a big sexy iceball. It hurt a lot, but Anita kissed it stealthily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really youthful snow man!" Anita said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" fgyetr said. "That would be more noisy and politically correct."
"I know," Anita said. "We can make a snow newt. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up coyly and made a fishy snow newt. Anita put on a tree for the spleen. The newt was almost as big as fgyetr.
"It looks alcoholic," Anita said sweepingly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," fgyetr said and held up an incandescant mask. "I found this on the moon." He put the mask onto the newt's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the newt, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a goat the doesn't stop bleating.
fgyetr screamed uneasily and ran but the snow newt chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow newt kicked him quickly.
"Nobody does that to my little Vigorous Leather Jacket," Anita screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow newt through the index finger. It fell down and Anita kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" fgyetr said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The mask lay in the yard until a loose child picked it up and took it home.
ANOTHER STORY WITH THE SAME TERMS---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm Dreaming Of A Loose Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. fgyetr sat sweepingly on the moon, sipping alcoholic eggnog.
He looked at the foppish mask hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Anita had hung it there, just before they looked at each other uneasily and then fell into each other's arms and kicked each other's goider.
If only I hadn't been so noisy, fgyetr thought, pouring a vigorous amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Anita might not have got so incandescant and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sexy tear and held his index finger in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a youthful voice lifted coyly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a loose Christmas
Just like a goat the doesn't stop bleating
fgyetr ran to the door. It was Anita, looking fishy all over with snow.
"I missed you stealthily," Anita said. "And I wanted to kick your goider again."
fgyetr hugged Anita and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Anita said.
"I think so too," fgyetr said and they kicked each other's goider until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted newt spleen and lived quickly until fgyetr got drunk again.
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Anita and fgyetr went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Anita hit fgyetr in his goider with a big sexy iceball. It hurt a lot, but Anita kissed it stealthily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really youthful snow man!" Anita said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" fgyetr said. "That would be more noisy and politically correct."
"I know," Anita said. "We can make a snow newt. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up coyly and made a fishy snow newt. Anita put on a tree for the spleen. The newt was almost as big as fgyetr.
"It looks alcoholic," Anita said sweepingly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," fgyetr said and held up an incandescant mask. "I found this on the moon." He put the mask onto the newt's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the newt, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a goat the doesn't stop bleating.
fgyetr screamed uneasily and ran but the snow newt chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow newt kicked him quickly.
"Nobody does that to my little Vigorous Leather Jacket," Anita screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow newt through the index finger. It fell down and Anita kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" fgyetr said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The mask lay in the yard until a loose child picked it up and took it home.
ANOTHER STORY WITH THE SAME TERMS---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm Dreaming Of A Loose Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. fgyetr sat sweepingly on the moon, sipping alcoholic eggnog.
He looked at the foppish mask hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Anita had hung it there, just before they looked at each other uneasily and then fell into each other's arms and kicked each other's goider.
If only I hadn't been so noisy, fgyetr thought, pouring a vigorous amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Anita might not have got so incandescant and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sexy tear and held his index finger in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a youthful voice lifted coyly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a loose Christmas
Just like a goat the doesn't stop bleating
fgyetr ran to the door. It was Anita, looking fishy all over with snow.
"I missed you stealthily," Anita said. "And I wanted to kick your goider again."
fgyetr hugged Anita and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Anita said.
"I think so too," fgyetr said and they kicked each other's goider until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted newt spleen and lived quickly until fgyetr got drunk again.
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