Post by Blades'N'Logan on Apr 21, 2009 20:26:47 GMT -5
Wedged in like a banana sandwich in a VCR, the tiny six-inch wrestler of plastic ripped the threshold of his anus. It was all he could to lift up the receiver and dial the number supplied...
Phone Operator: Toys stuck in stank area INC. How may we help you?
Mr Clown Without Dads: Hi. Is this the place you ring when you have action figures of your favourite grapplers stuck in your poo harbour?
Phone Operator: Um.. hold sir..
The operator chitters with a colleague.
Phone Operator: Is Torture in your butt?
Mr Clown Without Dads: He's going boldly where no man has ever gone before. At least not a plastic approximation of a man has gone before. I'm not sure if it's a 'Torture' figure though. What I do know is that it's Torture if I try and pull it out and pleasure if I push it in further.
Crackling is heard on the other end of the line, the lady regains herself and offers advice.
Phone Operator: I'm sending someone over. He's experienced, don't worry.
After immediate click, the phone goes dead. A knock thunders at the door. Mr Clown Without Dads waddles to his front door. The pain is excruciating as the plastic toy bobbles around in his anal cavity. The door kicks open knocking the clown without fathers off his feet.
Logan: Anal evacuation at your service.
And like a fox chasing a rabbit, the serviceman-cum-hot-dog lover buries his nose deep into the stinky abyss. And out falls the action figure like a playing card from a wizard's sleeve. Wiping his nose clean of last nights tacos.
Logan: Usually for matters like this I'd recommend using the nose of Seth Lerch to properly remove Torture action figures probed in buttholes. You got off lucky.
Phone Operator: Toys stuck in stank area INC. How may we help you?
Mr Clown Without Dads: Hi. Is this the place you ring when you have action figures of your favourite grapplers stuck in your poo harbour?
Phone Operator: Um.. hold sir..
The operator chitters with a colleague.
Phone Operator: Is Torture in your butt?
Mr Clown Without Dads: He's going boldly where no man has ever gone before. At least not a plastic approximation of a man has gone before. I'm not sure if it's a 'Torture' figure though. What I do know is that it's Torture if I try and pull it out and pleasure if I push it in further.
Crackling is heard on the other end of the line, the lady regains herself and offers advice.
Phone Operator: I'm sending someone over. He's experienced, don't worry.
After immediate click, the phone goes dead. A knock thunders at the door. Mr Clown Without Dads waddles to his front door. The pain is excruciating as the plastic toy bobbles around in his anal cavity. The door kicks open knocking the clown without fathers off his feet.
Logan: Anal evacuation at your service.
And like a fox chasing a rabbit, the serviceman-cum-hot-dog lover buries his nose deep into the stinky abyss. And out falls the action figure like a playing card from a wizard's sleeve. Wiping his nose clean of last nights tacos.
Logan: Usually for matters like this I'd recommend using the nose of Seth Lerch to properly remove Torture action figures probed in buttholes. You got off lucky.
