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Site members can create their own journals and post comments. | Grant and Sunny and Ghostrider fan fiction 11-08-2005 at 07:53 pm
"Oh Granty Stonehousen!" cried Sunny tearily with a sob. "Why won't you go down on me anymore!" Sunny's weepy eyes slowly drank in Grant's magnificently tanned and oiled arms, glazed like fresh donuts and shining in the evening moonlight.
"Oh baby-doll head" Grant mumbled, patting Sunny's spandex-covered warship of an ass reassuringly. "I don't go down on you anymore because my lips and tongue were irreversibly damaged in that public toilet explosion. I have no feeling in them anymore, and therefore cannot give you the oral pleasure a woman of your caliber so richly deserves."
"Oh, ok."
Meanwhile, behind the Bronco, next to the old bathtub full of meth lab equipment-
"RAWWWRRR!" The bear growled in pre-arousal rage as ghostrider poked at his nuts and penis with a stick.
"LOL, bear. LOL."
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BeachGoat 11-10-2005, 01:42 am
Grabbing a bushel of corn, ghostie tossed it upon the unsuspecting couple. The now aroused bear, freshly poked with a stick, charged ahead and chomped cob and carple, kernel and knuckle, knawing their fingers and toes to stubs and niblets.
Distracting the bear with a game of poker, Ghostie sweeps up the fingers, toes, and corn, and make a huge batch of pop-corn like treats for a passing troop of Gretle-Scouts, out looking for a Ginger Bread Witch to feed their brothers to.
"Gee, I think the meat bees are starting to gather..."
"...And that means Honey, dear"
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shitbox 11-10-2005, 03:51 am
And that meant honey indeed. The methlab, run by Ghostie and the "bear" who was actually SFW and Guitarjon disguised in a fur coat purchased from pamela andersons clandestine animal farm, caught fire.
It burned with a brightness that only phosporus and jet fuel could produce.
"its all over" Sfw said, nervously rubbing guitarjons newly shaved head.
"Nien, this is just the begining" Ghostie responds, quickly chewing on the girlscout matzo.
Suddenly there was a large flash from the sky, with a quiet "pfffft" the Oj freedom vehicle vapororized.....
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Tango 11-10-2005, 05:31 am
Fueled by the foul flatulance of the flabby fingerless flopping of the frantic friction freaks, flames flared, flashing fearsomely.
Bubbling, the Bear bumbled burning, bumping barrells of boiling benzene. BOOM!
Terrible! Trees tried, troubling...crispy critters crying, crunchy critters crackling, sooty squirrells slipping slushy squish!
Slutty Sunny's scummy slit scooped & scarfed sickening slime.
Shit!
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sahlgoode 11-10-2005, 06:05 am
Dead ants, brought back to life by the vapors, crawl up to feast on the gaping wound.
Psychotic sunny moans with pleasure with every nibble.
Festering pustules of an un-known disease, flourish in an enviroment they call home.
Petri-dishes envy at the growth of biological warfare that smells sooo sweet......
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vasudeva 11-10-2005, 06:43 am
Oh god. You've gone completely over to the Qwerty Crap side.
Walk toward the light, my son. Walk toward the light.
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sunny77 11-10-2005, 07:29 am
ive just been flamed...
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ragoo 11-10-2005, 07:37 am
ANGLUND!
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qwerty 11-10-2005, 09:41 am
The scene changes to a space port in the n0t t00 distant future.
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Qwerty: Be careful of the alpha queue, GhostRider. Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any alpha. Learn the Dark Side of the Force and you will save your j00 g0ld from certain theft.
GhostRider: What did you say?
Qwerty: Use my knowledge, I beg you.
GhostRider: [igniting his lightsaber] You're the Swarm Lord!
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ghostrider 11-10-2005, 09:47 am
Now I can say, without hesitation, that I don't get it.
Huh ?
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ghostrider 11-10-2005, 09:48 am
ps, affirmative on the joining yuo on the darkside biz.
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vasudeva 11-10-2005, 09:52 am
:(
Another one bites the dust.
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drunkpoet 11-10-2005, 10:14 am
the phone rang like some mechanical baby crying for primordial milk. ghostrider ignored the pleas as his thoughts turned to sunny77. her breasts. her mouth. those naughty things she whispered. the semi-erection of his comforting bliss was intruded upon by visions of grant. although grant had many times sought cure at the free clinic, ghostrider knew that sunny77 might harbor some ill will'd germs. ghostrider had cleverly arranged for some arab businessmen to take grant on a 4 day 'cain smoking journey to miami. sunny77 would be both hunter and prey during the 4 dionysian days. they all were killed by carbon dioxide spewing jack mormons.. the arab businessmen held many trusts, to great profit.
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JohnLenin 11-10-2005, 06:28 pm
The best part of any of this is the part about me. This story needs more me.
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ghostrider 11-10-2005, 06:40 pm
^ I've noticed that about you. Shout yer leif or don't, but doan cry about lack of interest. Being teh freak ain't all that.
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