Return to the Tree
Well, the first one has received more attention than any other comic I've done -- I figure it deserved a sequel.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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10 comments:
"I don't know what you rolled in, Hortense, but THEY seem to like it."
"Damn it, Cynthia, I told you not to mess with those pheromones! Now we're about to be raped by dogs and it's all your fault! But then, if there are any cameras around I suppose we'll become famous in Japan as bestial porn stars... Well, silver lining, and all that."
As Ruprecht got it on with his foot fetish, he heard the braying of dogs behind him, "Damn! I thought it would take them longer to find us! Quick, Cynthia, come down and let me have at you! Those religious fanatics are easier on fornicators than queers and fetishists."
"But don't you see the flaw in your argument Reverand. If you believe in instant creation then those dogs should not exist."
"I shall refer to my earlier counter-argument"
"The one where you go "blah-blah-blah I'm not listening."?"
"That's the fellow... besides when they bite you a knew arse you'll soon know they exist."
"But that's just the point .... Oh what's the use?"
Boys! Train dogs, and get to see up girl's skirts! Save $$$$ on pornography! We can show you how: send SAE for our introductory pamphlet "Man's Best Friend - Your Passport to Intimate Relief".
"Oh, sure. 'Release the Hounds!' All fun and games, isn't it Daphne? Well, they're released, now come down from there and take your medicine."
Johny had just discovered that girls can, and indeed do, fart.
Quite violently.
And it didn't smell of rose petals.
Doing it in trees seemed like the logical solution. There's nothing worse than having a strangers dog lick your balls mid thrust. They liked being watched, they just wished those pervs would learn to wank and hold a dog leash at the same time.
Isaac had reached his limit. He would tolerate no more mockery of his zebra-riding. With his trusty harpoon in hand, he would be sure that these two would be taught a painful lesson.
The wolves would ensure there would be no evidence left behind.
You know Brock, that's probably closer to the truth than you realise.
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