Staring lustily at the stranger chained to the wall, Franklin casually removed her skin before penetrating her.

Laying him down for his nap, she gently kissed her infant son’s forehead. Wait, no. Foreskin.

So what if she didn’t know him? He rubbed her bulging belly anyway, cooing to the life growing within.

Dammit, it was HIS best friend’s mother’s funeral. If he wanted to sing Kool & The Gang’s “Celebration” at it, that was his prerogative.

Evil Trout told Jalapeno Bootyhole about his decision to become straight. Needless to say, JB was found in his lovers dead bum.

The doors opened, and he stepped into the packed elevator.

He did NOT turn around.

He walked up to her in the bar. “Hey baby,” he said, before he dumped his chicken wings down her pants.

Through the screams, Dave suddenly realized there was more than one way to interpret, “would you like to eat my woman's genitals?”

The father enjoyed his 8 year old sons company. He had taught him the family trade, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“I thought everyone uses them.” He handed her a towel.

“Just your wife,” she wiped her crotch, smiling. “Get three drops rather than two next time.”

Then he opened the closet and kissed her dresses – slowly, one by one – but that didn’t help as well.

“Headache?”

He closed his eyes affirmatively, rubbing his temple.

“Would it help if I’ll kiss you?”

He stared at her, shocked. She sighed, exiting the elevator.

Sometimes, when it’s getting unbearably boring to just eat, I go out to some restaurant with this and that cuisine.

“Do you love me?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. Don’t be upset, take it easy,” she said, adjusting some irrelevant tube in his ICU.

Much later, in Heaven they had a chance to discuss, if there was any sense in what they’ve done. Turned out, there was none.

P.S. Sorry for possible grammar mistakes.