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# The potato rolls to the foot of the stairs.
Hermes watches it gradually stop rocking. From his position atop a faded velvet chaise longue, Hermes can see past the potato and the stairs to the great hall beyond, where his contemporaries are enthusiastically sodomising each other with vegetables. Hermes sighs and looks the other way, staring through the enormous picture windows at the grounds outside. It is an overcast day and a light rain has soaked the lawns beyond the ha-ha.
His curiosity is piqued by the crude scene of two of the gardeners lewdly gesturing to a parlour maid. The maid, unperturbed, reaches into her shawl for a large carrot, which she snaps with a splitting sound which reaches even Hermes. The gardeners back away and resume their work whilst the maid stalks haughtily away.

Hermes is mightily aroused and immediately retires to his chambers to prepare a sonnet.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:28, archived)
# "prepare a sonnet"?
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:35, archived)
# I think it works in context.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:41, archived)
# If Happy Toast isn't interested
I might pitch it to Ultravox for their next video.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:54, archived)
# haha, surefire winner
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:57, archived)