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~~~ [01 Jul 2009|04:33pm]
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"The Ping Pong Affair"

Mand: Flying in the air was a pie full of pudding and teeth.

Angel:The teeth were pointy and the pudding was dripping... we ran for our lives!

Bec: She was ready to tear his head off for stealing her pudding.

Mand: That asshole said he loved her milky curd, but she heard through the grape vine that he told all the girls that.

Bec: "You are the pie of my eye," he said, but she knew she wasn't even close to a real apple pie, more like a hostess cupcake, after all.

Angel: She was a 95 cent fruit turnover from royal farms, no teeth pie would ever come for her. Italian seasoning displays our distaste. Early grapes make us suck our teeth the teeth that gave us sweet serenity.

Bec: "Shit!: every morning he would wake up with a pile of saltwater drool next to his face. Bitter and spice seeps from his family's pours day to day. They will never know the comfort of eating frosting from the can.

Mand: And who would expect them to? They were raised on asparagus and baking soda soup. "Applications are a bitch" He often told people, but left it at that, with no explanation, creating a deeper enigma.

Angel: The pastry came from the corner, the pastry with the frosting trail, wax paper dreams. Dear apple baby come hither, lets drop a sugary webtrap.

Bec: "I love the way your semen tastes like cinnamon bun frosting." She said. Sugar sweet sex. That's what was on both their rotten apple minds.

Angel: Cream cheese fantasies crossed confectionary lines, when fruit compote and molars combine, wisdom teeth uprooted at this time. When brown and powdered alike have all come to mix the ultimate black hole of sweet death.

Bec: "Tons and tons of coke!" they swam around in a pool of coke, and not needing to hold their breath. "This kind of pool, you can inhale!" the boy grabbed her buns as the coke took ahold of his sweet mind.

Mand: "I'd like to buy the world some coke", he exclaimed as his neighbor the baklava busts in with an oozie.

Angel: Rounds and rounds of salty disc's flew in to destroy. Our sweetness was too strong though.

Bec: She sat on the ground and spread her legs to spread her strong sweetness. Fireballs shot across the room at the disc's! "ZOOOOM" "POP!" "There they go!" he yelled.

Mand: She was on top of the world, killing the salty with her sweetness spread wide open, much to her surprise Mr. Sourdough was hiding under her tuffet, and she soon developed a nasty yeast infection.


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