Now this is the tale of young Freddie Bloor, whose sexual equipment got jammed in the door. By the time they freed him, he didn't feel well, for his private parts were mangled to hell.
They rushed him to hospital, the ambulance flew, but when they arrived, there was naught they could do. What a sad blow for Fred, condemned without choice, to a life with no sex and a high squeaky voice.
But lucky for Fred, so he wouldn't feel a fool, some bright spark suggested a bionic tool. A bright new electric one, made out of brass, though the batteries would have to be kept up his ass.
So newly equipped and after a rest, Fred thought he would put his new tool to the test. So finding a woman, the nearest one handy, he plied her with drink and made her feel randy.
The girl without waiting, put her hand in his fly, when she felt what was there, gave a cry of surprise. "Thats my bionic chopper, now lets have some fun!" "Jesus!" she said, "It feels like a gun!"
They both stripped off quick, Fred entered her fast then he turned up the speed knob and gave her full blast. They clutched tight to each other as Fred`s dick shook for more, then they shook off the bed and rolled onto the floor.
Now the part hotted up and they started to choke as the air in the room became filled with blue smoke. With a bang Fred`s left nut shot up in the air and his other went plonkety plonk down the stair.
So back for repair went poor Fred, full of woe, was this how his sex life was destined to go? A return to the doctor at the end of each shag with his prick in his pocket and his balls in a bag.
But they fixed young Fred up, made him manly again and they helped out the batteries with flex for the main. So if he can`t get a girl now, Fred doesn't cry, cos he`s AC/DC and can go with a guy.
Posted: Tuesday 11th May 2004, 7:28 PM
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