Alientastic Pornicopia Undead Beach Party, Part VIII: Revenge of the Return of the Son of the Birth of Argov-IV

"What the fuck are you looking at cunt face?!" he growled as he continued to cut lines. "Come on you little lard-quivering pussy, Let's do this shit". So, she undressed herself, revealing birthmarks all over her body. They all began to move, shifting 'neath her supple flesh. As the pounding of his palm beat her until she was ready. An epiphany at last, Grendel stood up, pulled out his gigantic cock and ballzzz and unleashed his almighty wrath upon the unsuspecting townsfolk. You can ONLY, at that point, rip off your leisure suit and yell at the moon "What am I to do with all these fresh baked muffins?!" I let out a scream and fell to the floor with clenched fists. It was like planets colliding-veins pulsating. "What the HELL am I supposed to do with all these muffins?" Then I woke up, panicked and sweaty. I told that sumbitch, "trace my asshole with that motherfucker. Make THAR be BLUD." Sweat poured from my bow-tie soaking, and eventually drowning, the fairies nymphs and pixies dancing under the umbrella that is his throbbing cock. Oh, HOW it rained that night. The cum drizzle was unavoidable, and your momma was a 'frisco dike. Mousey was in der housey.