Well now.Washed-up 'comedy' actor-type Robin Williams is scraping together precious pennies to fund his Maoam addiction by working part-time as a doctor. He paces back and forth before his first patient of the day - egotistical U2 frontman Bono - wringing his hands and cackling evilly to himself. Tightly strapped face-down onto the bed, Bono's whimpers of terror are muffled by the bloody pillows.
Williams consults his checklist. Scanning over the various items, his attention is caught by two words:
'Stool sample.'
Literally leaping about with glee, the increasingly aroused Williams tears off his clothing and pounces onto the unsuspecting singer with the unmitigated ferocity of an ageing Russian colonel.
Panic ensues. Bono wails fruitlessly as the perverted comedian plunges his withered cob into his patient's puckered, bone-dry shitpipe. Rhythmically thrusting away like a traction engine, Williams froths at the mouth in a fit of ecstasy. The sandpaper-like interior of Bono's rear cock receptacle begins to shred the bulbous helmet of Williams' mighty manhood.
And suddenly, with the force of a high-pressure riot hose, Williams is blasted back against the far wall by a torrential fountain of bloody bum-chunks. His arousal achieves a crescendo, and he vomits powerfully into his gaping cockeye, basking in the shower of shit from Bono's sputtering anus.
The end.
(Williams consults his checklist. Scanning over the various items, his attention is caught by two words:
'Stool sample.'
Literally leaping about with glee, the increasingly aroused Williams tears off his clothing and pounces onto the unsuspecting singer with the unmitigated ferocity of an ageing Russian colonel.
Panic ensues. Bono wails fruitlessly as the perverted comedian plunges his withered cob into his patient's puckered, bone-dry shitpipe. Rhythmically thrusting away like a traction engine, Williams froths at the mouth in a fit of ecstasy. The sandpaper-like interior of Bono's rear cock receptacle begins to shred the bulbous helmet of Williams' mighty manhood.
And suddenly, with the force of a high-pressure riot hose, Williams is blasted back against the far wall by a torrential fountain of bloody bum-chunks. His arousal achieves a crescendo, and he vomits powerfully into his gaping cockeye, basking in the shower of shit from Bono's sputtering anus.
The end.
Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Wed 7 Mar 2007, 11:28,
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That's quite goodyou've obviously been doing your homework
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Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 7 Mar 2007, 11:42,
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