Unicorndog

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Mr. O'Reilly's dick, Unicorndog, didn't so much struggle to stiffen as resign itself to sickly flaccidity. Ms. Aguilera, sitting cross-legged in his bedroom's rocking chair, couldn't tell just what it was about the penis that disgusted her so much, but something about Unicorndog didn't appeal to her aesthetic sensibilities. Maybe it was the netting of dark-blue, tattoo-like veins near the penis's base, which seemed to her to writhe just under the skin like a swarm of otherworldly worms.

O'Reilly did his best to rouse his little dick into action, reciting rote notes from a spiral notebook with "Sex etc" written on the cover:

"Come on, Unicorndog, you pinhead," he might say, "There's a vagina in this for you if you can stiffen you little booger-bam you..."

Meanwhile, as Aguilera adjusted her position again and again in the rocking chair, trying to be physically comfortable at least, a televangelist droned on and on; his anus-like face facing a presumed (but in O'Reilly's room, this evening, nonexistent) audience:

"I know one man who was impotent who gave AIDS to his wife and the only thing they did was kiss."

The situation was unsettling to two public-eye-inhabiting "talents" as holi-dazed by life and pharmaceuticals as O'Reilly and Aguilera: the overall emotion was unhappiness the corollary of which was anger expressed in strange ways.

"Alright, fucker!" O'Reilly barked at his unresponsive cock, "Be that way! Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. You're a damn whore anyway!"

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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

A comedy of errors for a man and his hooker. Hopefully the gal still got her retainer...

Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Modern pharmaceuticals could have helped

That damn bugger bam. Facinating, Don and the televangelist was an interesting add

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 10 years ago
nice 'n

pithy ......