It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn't sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish...from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn't beat this! Police Sirens rang.
"Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They're going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!"
Once we got through the fog, we got to mother's, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler's Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good"
"They don't want to help you, they want to kill you!"
"What are you talking about, Mother?"
"They want to kill me?"
"Murder? Slaughter's a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.
(start adding 4 words)
"What do you mean there's nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler's podcast novels... im... a junkie..."- me
" It takes 46 muscles to frown but only 4 to flip 'em the bird."- anon