ok, before i start, i want to say that bacon shoe doesn't approve of ninnies or kitchen corks (lesbian men that are homophobic).
now that we got that out of the way, i am ready to tell the story of whimsy mctorkle.
his life was questionable, and so was the wet spot on his wife's pantleg. "oooh, i dripped cottage cheese juice on my pantleg!!" bullshit. whimsy knew better than to believe that. the first thing that whimsy thought about when he saw the spot, was to reach for a towel and wipe it off. that thought immediatly went away. the second thought was much cleaner, much more varied and subversive. he said "exuse me miffle, (miffle was his wife) i think the tip of my penis might have touched your pantleg and left a wet spot on it. i am sorry." miffle was taken aback. she stared at him with her left eye. the larger one. the one with more veins in it. if compared to the other eye, you could say it was a tad more disgusting. she looked really closely at whimsy and thought that he almost looked like a mutated pinky finger. maybe he did. what does that really have to do with this story though? nothing. you will find out that i really don't care. infact, i could just stop this dumb story right now. you would never know what happened to miffle or whimsy.
yeah.
the end.