no wifin in the KLUB!!!!!

Gusto- "Here at Wifey inc., we gross each other out with haste and lifelink. The damage that wives do to us is nothing in cahoots with the mortally wasted blood we have in our Fartery's."

jayms- "why are you talking like that, sir. I mean i know i'm just an undercase fuck, but like, i still get the tip in. i'm just not following your Big Dick lingo."

SLAP!!!!

Gusto- "Jesus Chritics, you're real fired. So back to the meeting, folks. Sorry about that ignorant bledsoe. The Klub is our main emulsiphyer. It's hoey chrysanthimums make double the ass poundage that we could ever provide with our sticky buns. Apparently many Gents prefer to have slippery slots meander twixt their special bars than to have our rubbery corncob creases gesticulate with extreme force onto the special bars."

Operator- "um sir, your just spewing jibberish at me and frankly I'm so offended that I two-wayed the police whales ago. I've been trying to put you through to someone of your special desires but you just keep on abusing animals rectally and making me listen...(sob)..."

Gusto made his way, whorishly, to the KLUB. KluB was the only place for wine, stick-comparing, and of course, grinding. There was only one rule at KLUb, """"NO WIFIN IN THE KLuB""". Dick havers who denied the rule have seen such days as only krusty man mayo has seen. and smelled. Gusto approaches a slippery slot.

Gusto- "swing those tabernackles this way dear slotty, i need to recieve some communion (super heavy wink)."

Charlesette- "my grindage is soooooo messy, and allways gros-i mean great. In mass and volume."

Gusto- "WELL now, this super supple and leathery beat should make apples of this sichiation!"

And the grinding proceeded. Charlesette made no effort to accomidate 'Sto's semi-enlarged viola. Strings were busted, wood splintered, and I-the narrator- will not concede to horrify you with his tuner.....

Months later, Gusto JUMPed out of his car seat and pressed his face against the tinyvan window. What went down in kLUB? He had no recollection of how his chest lines dripped down to his main hump area. "Someone (charlesette) must've pressed the nib in too hard." Sooooooooooo much dripping.

And he climbed with all of his babybody might to the front seat, where he saw.....Charlesette, hand down her pants, drool piercing her ears, and many wedding rings and gadgets around her sausages.

As she KAKled sexually into 'Ust's dark stare, our oldest commrade learned a cheap and debatable lesson.

NO WIFIN IN THE KLUB