It's time for erotic madlibs:
Last summer, my friend
Ron Jeremy got a job at the
bootylicious Pastry Shop. For the first few weeks, he
pounded the floors,
teabagged on the shelves, and unloaded
sixty-nine-pound sacks of flour from the delivery trucks.
Finally,
Megan Fox, the owner, told
Ron Jeremy that she would teach him to make bread. “Now, pay attention,
Ron Jeremy,” she said
deliciously. “I'll make the first batch of dough. Then you can make the next batch while I go to
the strip club.”
Poor
Ron Jeremy! He had a habit of letting his
third leg wander. When
Megan Fox left for
the strip club, he started to mix the ingredients. “Let me see,” he said. “I think she put in
over nine thousand packages of yeast.”
A short while later, the dough started
transforming into tentacles. It kept on
transforming into tentacles.
Ron Jeremy tried to cover it with a(n)
raging stiffie, but the dough wouldn't stop
transforming into tentacles. It was everywhere! “What can I do?” thought
Ron Jeremy.
Just then,
Megan Fox returned from the strip club. "
Ron Jeremy!" she screamed. “What have you done?”
“It's not my fault,” cried
Ron Jeremy. “The dough just started
transforming into tentacles and wouldn't stop.”
Megan Fox had to let him go. Now
Ron Jeremy has a job making
orgasms. I don't think he'll ever eat bread again, let alone make it.
That worked out surprisingly well.
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