Blooball vol. 5
>From dbrian@santafe.edu Sat May 15 13:51:59 1993
Subject: Blooball Entrepreneur V
You sit in your apartment enjoying your single life, and you have ditched your popularity leech, Bech Bruce. (Ed. note- this is a fictional story, all names are fictional, and any parallels to the real world are purely coincidental.) Anyway, as I was saying, you are sitting in your apartment over the summer, and you decide that you need a big, fat, juicy Slurpee (TM). You leave and stroll on down the sunny street, entering the shining Mecca of convenient stores, 7-11.
You pour yourself a bountiful cup of cherry Slurpee (TM), ane walk toward the counter to pay for it. The cashier seems to be in the back, as you yell, "Hey, I want to buy a muthafuckin slurpee, ya seven eleven ass bitch!"
"Excuse me?", you hear as you see the sexy ass face of Mattia Obradovic poke out from inside the back door.
"Oh, Mattia- sorry, " you apologize as she yells, "Shut up you slug! If you didn't know, I am in the niniety-five percent of bitches who like to be treated like the kitchen-dwelling slaves that we are."
Mattia draws nearer as she slowly unzips her red seven eleven shirt to reveal her four-inch deep cleavage. You bow your head down in reverence, as you lean forward to partake in the feast of breastly plentitude. Mattia stops you as she gestures for you to follow her into the back room. You obey as you walk into the storage room to find Mattia assuming the position of FUCKIN' on a few cases of Dr. Pecker. You take your place between her powerful legs as you unbutton her jeans and begin to slip them off. It is difficult for you to stay on her bare chest because of the sheer mass of her tits. You roll off as though you were trying to balance yourself on a pair of basketballs. Her erect nipples poke into your chest as you succeed in removing her jeans. She now wears nothing but black bikini panties. You remove them, sliding your hands over her wide hips. The moist smoothness of her hips soon turns into crusty scabbiness as you realize that you had mistaken Mattia for a pile of picked scabs. Your penis is cemented inside the pile by blooball dribbles as you are stuck in the back of seven-eleven forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh well, this is good-bye
i bid thee well
so long
see ya
later
john
