So I was out hanging with this fucking guy Tom the other day (can't use his full name so I don't get neck deep in shit) and didn't survive home until early morning, wanna hear just what the hell happened?
Hey, I got this cool story...
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Well we had tea in a park, it was sunny with autumn maple leaves scattered all across the beach, you couldn't begin to imagine the aromal sensations and awakening of spirit. We both had a meeting scheduled with a hooker in a nearby hotel.
mrKRB64
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Did you spread atmosphere all over her face, neck and chest and then say how terrible the new COB albums are as you tried to cuddle?
Well we were kinda tense but eventually the female company arrived, but it turned out my buddy Tom forgot his wallet home after his business, and trusted me to have cash. I kinda paled or blushed when the pimp guy leered at me over his newspaper as I emptied my pockets, it was embarrassing and unnerving. Here we are with these smoking hot bitches hair sticking up all sweaty and Tom got us into some thriller action. So the chicks accused us of theft and the pimp started findling his cell immediately. I said you know this shit's illegal right, he'll pay you next time. There won't be no next time, yada yada, and the bitches went talking to their guard and that's when we felt a rush of blood and it was clear that instant we had to run.
It was just uncomfortable, but being the animal I am my instincts took over and I zapped to the door, Tom trailing close behind, followed by the shocked sighs of the girls. The pimp was definitely onto something, but didn't even try to outrun us, being the fat fuck he was. Eventually we arrived in a remote grassland among huge trees and breathed heavy into the autumn air, smiling in the sun as the laughter of relief and joy vapoured into cold air. But it wasn't long until our flee was cut short by a group of men emerging from a car that suddenly parked right in front of us. The club hurt. Next thing I know I'm laying sore on a hard surface with beams of light penetrating thru my closed eyelids, and I hear Tom aching in terror, complaining how his ass hurts.
ESA1996
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Do continue with the story.
So I turned my aching head to glance at the room. I heard a humming sound, and saw what appeared to be the silhouette of a black ***** raping Tom. That was too much. I squinted my eyes and raised my head... no... couldn't be. It was no *****, it was a humanoid space alien anal probing Tom. Soon as the humanoid realized I was awake he pulled out a machete and decapitated Tom. He was done in a blink of an eye. His head floated in the absence of gravity, with drops of blood. Well I never liked him much anyway. I shouted in terror, but immediately a stunningly hot alien female slapped my face and pushed me down on the table, attempting to have sex with me. I politely said no, and she started crying. Let me loose, I shouted, and soon I was hovering in the spacecraft, about the size of a living room. I journeyed to the ship's huge windows to stare at the hypnotizing galaxy. I ventured at the pilot's throne where a humanoid sat all covered in plugs and shining, beeping devices, monitoring the screens and hologrammic hieroglyphs. This humanoid looked different, he had long hair, an awkward beard, black leather jacket and an amused grin on his face... It was Roope. It all became clear that instant: he never left his band, it was only a story... he disappeared. And he wasn't just taken aboard on a spaceship, he was a space alien himself from the beginning. It dawned on me - that's why he always seemed kinda weird.
And you will all be pissed when I tell what he had with him on the ship.
And you will all be pissed when I tell what he had with him on the ship.
ESA1996
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