Something wasn't right.
I could smell it.
Who in their right mind would say fuck me without arranging a price beforehand?
I've been whoring before the internet entered the dumbing down of the English language.
It was the dead looks in their eyes.
Did I tell you I was an extra on Westworld?
No I didn't.
Barbie was squirting.
Was I suppose to react and pull my pants down and fuck her?
No, this was too good to be true.
I pulled out my Magnum.
I could hear a ticking sound.
First I fired at the four dolls sitting on the couch.
Barbie was still moaning.
She was programmed to achieve her mission.
Run, Max, I said, as I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out the front door where we both jumped into a bush.
Right on cue, Barbie's gorgeous ass exploded.
The mansion disintegrated in front of our eyes.
Those macabre pictures hanging on the wall were the clue.
'What fucking clue,' asked Max who seemed pissed off he couldn't fuck Daisy doggy style.
That they were robots out to kill the last two men on the earth.
Max smiled.
'It's a fucked up plot,' he said, 'but I'm sure there is something to do it.'
Then to add to the fucked up situation, five hot girls walked out of the burning building.
'You passed the test, now you can fuck us,' said the real Daisy, who even looked fleshier than the fuck dolls.
Well fuck a duck, I thought.
The Ukraine threw a wobbly.
I could smell it.
Who in their right mind would say fuck me without arranging a price beforehand?
I've been whoring before the internet entered the dumbing down of the English language.
It was the dead looks in their eyes.
Did I tell you I was an extra on Westworld?
No I didn't.
Barbie was squirting.
Was I suppose to react and pull my pants down and fuck her?
No, this was too good to be true.
I pulled out my Magnum.
I could hear a ticking sound.
First I fired at the four dolls sitting on the couch.
Barbie was still moaning.
She was programmed to achieve her mission.
Run, Max, I said, as I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out the front door where we both jumped into a bush.
Right on cue, Barbie's gorgeous ass exploded.
The mansion disintegrated in front of our eyes.
Those macabre pictures hanging on the wall were the clue.
'What fucking clue,' asked Max who seemed pissed off he couldn't fuck Daisy doggy style.
That they were robots out to kill the last two men on the earth.
Max smiled.
'It's a fucked up plot,' he said, 'but I'm sure there is something to do it.'
Then to add to the fucked up situation, five hot girls walked out of the burning building.
'You passed the test, now you can fuck us,' said the real Daisy, who even looked fleshier than the fuck dolls.
Well fuck a duck, I thought.
The Ukraine threw a wobbly.
