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from my tattered parcel I retrieve a pack of Fruit Stripes gum. I take one piece for myself and lay the rest at the prophetess's feet. I rub on the temporary tattoo in accordance with the ritual. Expecting a font of prescience to spill from her lips, I am instead accosted with a low groan of disapproval. I frantically retrace the ritual I just performed for errors, and in doing so, I notice the temporary tattoo did not fully apply to my bicep! I try to reapply the image, but the incomplete outline of a giraffe is instead smeared into a crude double-shafted phallus. Her groan crescendos into an otherworldly shriek, and I curl up before her hoping that at least my extended family is spared her curses.
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