Cartoons
I’m sick of dreaming and wishing I was a cartoon so that I could violate all the world’s most loved cartoon characters in only the way I know how.
Then it dawned on me – I am a fucking cartoon.
No words are needed, just gaze on my daily dreams cum true:
I came around to fix the cable.
She asked me over to plough her strawberry patch.
Genie meat, it’s a kind of magic.
SpongeMaxi GonnatakeitwhetherornotyousayIcanpants
Yabba dabba do etc
All food in the future will be in pill form. I like to give protien shakes instead. Judy Jetson loves them.
Tweedledum and Tweedlemaxi burrow down her rabbit holes.
And last but not least by any means I get to live out the fantasy of many a wanker, I get to have Jessica Rabbit bounce on my meaty man member as I lay on the couch and drink a duff.
Check and mate.
You may salute and worship me.
Comments (6)
The Jelly Monster
September 4th, 2009 at 6:40 pm
Ummmm Jessica Rabbit nyom nyom!
Baino
September 4th, 2009 at 11:32 pm
Ah so Marge is a real bluehead
Chris P Pancake
September 5th, 2009 at 10:05 am
I genuinely didn’t expect a sexual deviant like yourself to have any mates. (Geddit?)
Oh, suit yourself then!
Jo
September 5th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Oh my god.
Holemaster
September 8th, 2009 at 11:44 am
What about Wilma Flinstone?
Maxi Cane
September 8th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
Jelly:
Gerroff, she’s mine.
Baino:
SHe was, now she has to get a dye job.
Chris:
I don’t get it.
Jo:
Like, totally right?
Holemaster:
She’s munching on Betty.
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