The Battle For The Butt
In 'Merica, Tom punched his butt. He had been busy with the butt for hours and now wanted nothing more than a sad cuddle or a gay massage from his lover Jared.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his angry Jared appeared at the door, grinning angerly.
"Put down the butt," Jared said feggetry. "Unless you want me to fart that butt on your arm."
Tom put down the butt. He was merry. He had never seen Jared so small before and it made him joyous.
Jared picked up the butt, then withdrew a Cr0N0 from his bootay. "Don't be so merry," Jared said with a small grimace. "A TaYLoR bit my penisu this morning, and everything became grumpy. Now with this butt and this Cr0N0 I can feggetry rule the world!"
Tom clutched his big penisu geily. This was his lover, his angry Jared, now staring at him with a small bootay.
"Fight it!" Tom shouted. "The TaYLoR just wants the butt for his own angry devices! He doesn't love you, not the sad way I do!"
Tom could see Jared trembling geily. Tom reached out his arm and touched Jared's bootay feggetry. He was angry, so angry, but he knew only his big love for Jared would break the TaYLoR's spell.
Sure enough, Jared dropped the butt with a thunk. "Oh, Tom," he squealed. "I'm so sad, can you ever forgive me?"
But Tom had already moved in 'Merica. Like a white kid at a mexican party, he pressed his arm into Jared's bootay. And as they fell together in a grumpy fit of love, the butt lay on the floor, joyous and forgotten.