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What Dis Hairy book’a ’bout?

Werewolf Bikini- a short story written by four amazing artists Bridget Chase, Bubba Love Smash, Dr. Stan Fantastic and Natalie Hotdayum in 1962 while staying with a Kung Fu master in Detroit. They wrote this piece of fiction following having watched season six of Dawson’s Creek. This lead to a three day bender of the movie Showgirls and Doritos.

With booze and drugs in full effect within their systems, and Elizabeth Berkley covered in Dorito dust on their minds, they set about to make magic on paper. The United States Senate concluded in 1974 during the Boner Tease or Absurd Smut case that Werewolf Bikini was perhaps conjured by witches from the future. Natalie stood trial along with Dr. Stan Fantastic; however, following sentencing both had vanished from their prison cells with only strange Pollock like paintings on their cell’s wall.

Bridget’s discovered journal gives a touch more insight into how Werewolf Bikini was made-

“One never skins a werewolf and sells the fur. It is the first code in the Hunter’s handbook. Bikinis have been know to have magics all their own. Cities, towns, shit, entire Kingdoms of the past have crumbled over the power of bikinis. It is with sadness that myself, along with Bubba Love, Dr. Stan, and Natalie have had to flee to Transylvania and hold up within the castle walls of Sir Bat-Tan. Jackie Chan, god rest his soul, would be valuable here among us. Having been the only oriental to have bested three werewolves and lived to tell about it. I have been given news that Jennifer is coming soon. She claims to be able to return the dead to our plane of existence. I hope this is so. The werewolves have found us and these werewolves have boners.

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Digital Blue Balls

“If I were a cannibal,

“which,

“I’m not;

“I’m not…-

“-I’m not

“Nope. I’m not,

“but-

“-If I were…

“I know exactly who I’d eat.

“And, what part I’d eat.” Bridget said.

The submarine’s sleeping quarter were dark. Bridget lay on the small top bunk and Dr. Stan Fantastic laid on the bottom. Its metal shell groaned and subtle movements made the walls feel like they were about to flex inward and crush the relaxing men.

“You know who you’d eat? I’ve never… and I say, never thought about it before. Are you serious?” Dr. Stan Fantastic asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re a little weird, do you know that? You know who you might eat but you don’t have a favorite song or favorite band?”

“My favorite song is Europe’s ‘The Final Coundown’.

“So, who would you eat?”

“Well I’d need a time machine; I’d eat Katie Holmes- Dawson’s Creek slash Disturbing Behavior age.”

“Katie Holmes?”

“Yeah, more specifically her breasts. Idk, when I watch Dawson’s Creek as a thirty eight year old man…

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“I’m not a cannibal, per say; but something tells me that if I were to sleep with her that I’d have to be very careful to restrain myself. I could see myself fucking her hard and sucking her breasts, and at the peak of excitement I use my teeth, just a little. Nibble on her nipple and suck her flesh into my mouth. But, well, her tits look like fucking candy and I could see accidentally biting her for real and eating that pointy sac of sweet deliciousness. She also has amazing lips. Also, I hate love songs written by men as if they cared about romance. Fuckin’ liars. They just wanna get laid. They write romantic nonsense and really just want to get a blowjob and cum in a girl’s throat- or fuck her in the ass; fuckin’ losers lying to themselves and their audiences!”

Dr. Stan Fantastic rolled to his side. The small bed barely was large enough to hold him. The quarters were utterly dark. He said, “She is pretty. I don’t think I’d eat her, but she is pretty.”

“Yeah, she is,” Bridget said. It was so dark he didn’t even know if his eyes were open or closed.

“I’d eat whip cream off her tits. That’s for sure, but that’d be as close as I come to consuming her.”

“You can’t see yourself taking a bit of her tits after you’ve licked off the whip cream?”

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“NEED MONEY FOR BOOZE’N DRUGS. DAYUM! BITCHES AIN’T CHEAP, YA HEAR? WHOLE MILK NEEDZ’TA FINANCE HIMSELF A HOT TUB’N SHIT.” -BRIDGET CHASE, 1937-

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My Boner is ready; what kinda book is this?

We have two teen boys. Both alike in dignity. With desires; desires of the heart- no, nutts… their desires were in their nutts. Together night after night they watch the same movie and jerked meat to Kristen Stewart topless; (We all know how that goes when the local video store is out of Beverly Hills Cop lll) except this night… THIS NIGHT! Them boys do some kind of John Hughes thang and ride an eighties computer right inta’ that gawd damn movie. Now, these boys want to touch and see them wicked titties in real life. However, problems arise because this is fiction ‘n sh*t. Problems like a story whom can be compared to a donkey with no tail- ‘There! There is the young lad with the tail. Will he pin it on me? I don’t know;’ and either do you. Come along and join these two teenage mutant middle aged boys, along with Tom Hanks Hamburger Face Suited Salesman for a non stop adventure where things happen and mostly things about Kristen Stewart’s sweet tits!

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Escape

Sir Giggles approached the dungeon cell. The hot load of loogies in his balls led him.

He peered between the cell’s bars and looked at the girl within.

Yes, she is such a pretty one. Makes my job worth it. Hell, a nice change from all the men that usually come through. The stubble around their mouths makes it hard to cum. But this pretty one; well, it’s hard to keep from cumming too quickly!

The girl sat on a dingy bed. She starred at him.

He’s back shit fuck. I-

I can’t,

I can’t feel that thin dick prod me again-

Not again!

Sir Giggles smiled with a wide grin. His thin lips peeled back revealing yellowed teeth. His blonde hair was in a bowl cut with wispy bangs fit for a four-year-old girl.

“And, how are you today?” Sir Giggles asked, “Is your puss ready for’ poundin’?” He laughed with his signature girlish giggle.

“Please; not today.” Not ever again, the girl prayed.

Sir Giggles reached a hand and adjusted his dick through the front of his pants. Arrh, it’s getting’ hard already. This girl gets me shootin’ Spidey’s webbing in no time!

“Well,” he said, “Protest as you may;

you only make it more fun.

And,

if you think playing dead ruins it.

It does not.

I love that too.”

He grinned with wicked intent.

Sir Giggles pulled his key out and unlatched the cell door.

Heavy breaths of anxiety came alive in the girl’s chest.

Sir Giggles walked over to the bed and climbed on top of her. He was ready-

Ready to get a nut off in that tight puss.

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“Pause it! My gawd, that bastard!” Gary said.

Wyatt thumbed the pause button on the remote and asked, “What’s up? We don’t see her tits for another few seconds. Look, it’s just Sir Giggles’ ass- Gross.”

Gary, a lanky teen with swash buckling hair played by a middle-aged Russel Crowe, said, “I wish we were there. I’d save Kristen Stewart from that pervert. I bet if I chopped his head off she would be my girl friend’n shit.

I just know it.

Then-

we could go park

at look out point

where she’d touch my dick some

and I could finger bang her- Hot babe! Oh,

And take her to prom where we could make out and she’d rub her ass on my crotch while we danced.

Only to later bang- Hot Babe! in the shower at a motel.”

Wyatt, a nerdy teen played by a very old Danny Devito, took a drink of his hot chocolate. “Yeah, it’d be super awesome to be a hero, but

are we just going to sit here and talk?

I came over to jerk off to Kristen Stewart’s tits.”

The two middle aged teen men sat next to each other in office chairs in front of Gary’s computer in his bedroom.

Both wore t-shirts and nothing else.

Each held their dick in their hand.

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HBOTYT was written by Bridget Chase, Bubba Love Smash and Natalie Hotdayum while aboard the international cruise ship Phillip K. Deck. The three authors, while staying on the lovely coast of Peru, went to Best Buy every morning and worked on writing this story while consuming many cups of coffee. Scholars speculate that the ‘coffee’ they were drinking was a devastatingly powerful mix of caffeine, whiskey and bath salts. A brew known to enhance a human’s artistic abilities to the likes of which Jesus himself would become envious; as stated in Cambridge Universities studies on the Elixir. The researchers wrote, ‘Beverages such as this must, MUST be made illegal because it is Right (our right) to control people Our team considered burning every page that even references our findings. No human should consume this mix, less humanity be ruined and an ultra-utopia stricken our beloved land.’

A cassette tape found in Bridget’s apartment reveals much about the amazing talents which the elixir delivers. One of the many entries Bridget made in his audio journal, give us insight into this artistic genius; as follows-

Bridget Chase: The World is tits- I wanna touch some tits!

Natalie Hotdayum: I have tits, am I the World?

Bridget Chase: Lemme see…

Natalie Hotdayum: (Silence) *noises- fabric*

Bridget Chase: Yes, yes your boobies are the world. I have the whole world in my hands. i have the whole wide world in my hands. I have the whole world in my hands.

*Door Opening*

Bubba Love Smash: Hey, you said you’d wait for me to get back.

Bridget Chase: Sorry

Natalie Hotdayum: yeah, sorry. Why don’t you come feel.

Bubba Love Smash: Bridget, catch!

Bridget Chase: Sweet, Twinkies! Might as well finish off the week with the same breakfast we’ve had everyday. Oh, and I discovered that the meaning of life is about touchin’ some titties.

Bubba Love Smash: I’m about to jerk my meat on them Meanings!

Natalie Hotdayum: Let me put my hair up. I already showered.

Bridget Chase: Yep, I’m glad I didn’t jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.

We are lucky to have records such as these; so that future artists will know what true greatness looks like. The three not only wrote HBOTYT during their vacation together but also helped a Best Buy team member land a date with his high school sweet heart. it was a touching act of humanity as the Team member was no longer in high school. But, Bubba Love Smash in an interview on Dateline did say that the boy was successful in banging his high school crush on her prom night. So the world can thank them for that. He didn’t use a condom- it felt real good.

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HBOTYT: Huntsman Boobs or Tits, Yes Tits

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Bridget Chase

“HEY, BUY MY SHIT; WHITE BREAD NEEDZ’TA FINANCE A HOT TUB; DAYUM, BITCHES AIN’T CHEAP, YA HEAR? NEED MONEY FOR BOOZE’N DRUGS.” -Bridget Chase 1944-

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Bubba Love Smash

“Piloting a Spaceship is like unlatching a bra with one hand; you gotta know the equipment. Plus, planets remind me of boobs. Hey, I write shit- buy it; I want to go to Mars and photograph Alien titties!” -Bubba Love Smash 1973-

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Natalie Hotdayum

“I SAW THE FUTURE OF ENTERTAINMENT. ONE WHERE ACTORS WERE NOT WHAT THEY SEEMED BUT IMAGES MAPPED OVER BODIES. CELEBRITIES OF THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY WERE VIEWED AS MERE COURT JESTERS- BECOMING JOKES AND PARODIES OF WHAT THEY ONCE STOOD FOR. BRASH SATIRES WERE MADE- MOCKING AND REWRITING THE RIDICULOUS CULT OF THE CELEBRITY THAT ONCE WAS HOLLYWOOD…’ -NATALIE HOTDAYUM 1941-

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My Boner is ready; what kinda book is this?

We have two teen boys. Both alike in dignity. With desires; desires of the heart- no, nutts… their desires were in their nutts. Together night after night they watch the same movie and jerked meat to Kristen Stewart topless; (We all know how that goes when the local video store is out of Beverly Hills Cop lll) except this night… THIS NIGHT! Them boys do some kind of John Hughes thang and ride an eighties computer right inta’ that gawd damn movie. Now, these boys want to touch and see them wicked titties in real life. However, problems arise because this is fiction ‘n sh*t. Problems like a story whom can be compared to a donkey with no tail- ‘There! There is the young lad with the tail. Will he pin it on me? I don’t know;’ and either do you. Come along and join these two teenage mutant middle aged boys, along with Tom Hanks Hamburger Face Suited Salesman for a non stop adventure where things happen and mostly things about Kristen Stewart’s sweet tits!

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Escape

Sir Giggles approached the dungeon cell. The hot load of loogies in his balls led him.

He peered between the cell’s bars and looked at the girl within.

Yes, she is such a pretty one. Makes my job worth it. Hell, a nice change from all the men that usually come through. The stubble around their mouths makes it hard to cum. But this pretty one; well, it’s hard to keep from cumming too quickly!

The girl sat on a dingy bed. She starred at him.

He’s back shit fuck. I-

I can’t,

I can’t feel that thin dick prod me again-

Not again!

Sir Giggles smiled with a wide grin. His thin lips peeled back revealing yellowed teeth. His blonde hair was in a bowl cut with wispy bangs fit for a four-year-old girl.

“And, how are you today?” Sir Giggles asked, “Is your puss ready for’ poundin’?” He laughed with his signature girlish giggle.

“Please; not today.” Not ever again, the girl prayed.

Sir Giggles reached a hand and adjusted his dick through the front of his pants. Arrh, it’s getting’ hard already. This girl gets me shootin’ Spidey’s webbing in no time!

“Well,” he said, “Protest as you may;

you only make it more fun.

And,

if you think playing dead ruins it.

It does not.

I love that too.”

He grinned with wicked intent.

Sir Giggles pulled his key out and unlatched the cell door.

Heavy breaths of anxiety came alive in the girl’s chest.

Sir Giggles walked over to the bed and climbed on top of her. He was ready-

Ready to get a nut off in that tight puss.

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“Pause it! My gawd, that bastard!” Gary said.

Wyatt thumbed the pause button on the remote and asked, “What’s up? We don’t see her tits for another few seconds. Look, it’s just Sir Giggles’ ass- Gross.”

Gary, a lanky teen with swash buckling hair played by a middle-aged Russel Crowe, said, “I wish we were there. I’d save Kristen Stewart from that pervert. I bet if I chopped his head off she would be my girl friend’n shit.

I just know it.

Then-

we could go park

at look out point

where she’d touch my dick some

and I could finger bang her- Hot babe! Oh,

And take her to prom where we could make out and she’d rub her ass on my crotch while we danced.

Only to later bang- Hot Babe! in the shower at a motel.”

Wyatt, a nerdy teen played by a very old Danny Devito, took a drink of his hot chocolate. “Yeah, it’d be super awesome to be a hero, but

are we just going to sit here and talk?

I came over to jerk off to Kristen Stewart’s tits.”

The two middle aged teen men sat next to each other in office chairs in front of Gary’s computer in his bedroom.

Both wore t-shirts and nothing else.

Each held their dick in their hand.

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Tell’a Nigga’ More!

HBOTYT was written by Bridget Chase, Bubba Love Smash and Natalie Hotdayum while aboard the international cruise ship Phillip K. Deck. The three authors, while staying on the lovely coast of Peru, went to Best Buy every morning and worked on writing this story while consuming many cups of coffee. Scholars speculate that the ‘coffee’ they were drinking was a devastatingly powerful mix of caffeine, whiskey and bath salts. A brew known to enhance a human’s artistic abilities to the likes of which Jesus himself would become envious; as stated in Cambridge Universities studies on the Elixir. The researchers wrote, ‘Beverages such as this must, MUST be made illegal because it is Right (our right) to control people Our team considered burning every page that even references our findings. No human should consume this mix, less humanity be ruined and an ultra-utopia stricken our beloved land.’

A cassette tape found in Bridget’s apartment reveals much about the amazing talents which the elixir delivers. One of the many entries Bridget made in his audio journal, give us insight into this artistic genius; as follows-

Bridget Chase: The World is tits- I wanna touch some tits!

Natalie Hotdayum: I have tits, am I the World?

Bridget Chase: Lemme see…

Natalie Hotdayum: (Silence) *noises- fabric*

Bridget Chase: Yes, yes your boobies are the world. I have the whole world in my hands. i have the whole wide world in my hands. I have the whole world in my hands.

*Door Opening*

Bubba Love Smash: Hey, you said you’d wait for me to get back.

Bridget Chase: Sorry

Natalie Hotdayum: yeah, sorry. Why don’t you come feel.

Bubba Love Smash: Bridget, catch!

Bridget Chase: Sweet, Twinkies! Might as well finish off the week with the same breakfast we’ve had everyday. Oh, and I discovered that the meaning of life is about touchin’ some titties.

Bubba Love Smash: I’m about to jerk my meat on them Meanings!

Natalie Hotdayum: Let me put my hair up. I already showered.

Bridget Chase: Yep, I’m glad I didn’t jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.

We are lucky to have records such as these; so that future artists will know what true greatness looks like. The three not only wrote HBOTYT during their vacation together but also helped a Best Buy team member land a date with his high school sweet heart. it was a touching act of humanity as the Team member was no longer in high school. But, Bubba Love Smash in an interview on Dateline did say that the boy was successful in banging his high school crush on her prom night. So the world can thank them for that. He didn’t use a condom- it felt real good.

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HBOTYT: Huntsman Boobs or Tits, Yes Tits

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written by
Bridget Chase

“HEY, BUY MY SHIT; WHITE BREAD NEEDZ’TA FINANCE A HOT TUB; DAYUM, BITCHES AIN’T CHEAP, YA HEAR? NEED MONEY FOR BOOZE’N DRUGS.” -Bridget Chase 1944-

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Bubba Love Smash

“Piloting a Spaceship is like unlatching a bra with one hand; you gotta know the equipment. Plus, planets remind me of boobs. Hey, I write shit- buy it; I want to go to Mars and photograph Alien titties!” -Bubba Love Smash 1973-

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Natalie Hotdayum

“I SAW THE FUTURE OF ENTERTAINMENT. ONE WHERE ACTORS WERE NOT WHAT THEY SEEMED BUT IMAGES MAPPED OVER BODIES. CELEBRITIES OF THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY WERE VIEWED AS MERE COURT JESTERS- BECOMING JOKES AND PARODIES OF WHAT THEY ONCE STOOD FOR. BRASH SATIRES WERE MADE- MOCKING AND REWRITING THE RIDICULOUS CULT OF THE CELEBRITY THAT ONCE WAS HOLLYWOOD…’ -NATALIE HOTDAYUM 1941-

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Tell Me About This Tit Story
by Bridget Chase & Dr. Stan Fantastic

This story is pretty much about Emma Stone’s tits;

Bridget Chase and Dr. Stan Fantastic penned this short story while piss drunk and traveling dimensions on mushrooms.

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In Bridget’s journal, he states that, “It was the most wicked trip I’ve ever had.

I, at many times,

thought I’d found hell itself.

That was until I discovered a secret door

in the wall of my living room,

which led to a bounce house-

made of Emma Stone’s tits.

Then, the trip became quite lovely.”

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Both Bridget and Dr. Stan Fantastic where practicing users of many substances, the mushrooms on this occasion gave them Shakespear-ian like powers.

Dr. Stan Fantastic in his journal gave insight into why their trip might have been unusual.

He writes, “Gawt Dammit!

The mushrooms weren’t ordinary.

Shit…

FUCK!

I should’ve know.

WE

should have known.

Never again!

Never again-

-will we pick mushrooms

from a Witch’s garden.

NEVER-

A-

GAIN!”

As with any great short story, some of its amazing qualities can be attributed to mushrooms.

However,

it is the skill of these two authors

and their unique friendship

that made this story about Emma Stone’s tits possible.

And,

all of mankind is grateful

for that!

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COLD CREAM

“It’s a catfish; no way Emma Stone is talking to you.”

“It’s her; I can tell,” Jim said.

“How?” My Pet Monster asked.

“Idk, I just-

Can sense it.

Like, when I jerk off to GIFs of her from that movie ‘The House Bunny’ I feel connected to her.

Ya know?

Like, I cum staring at her cleavage and dream about suckin her tits some- hot babe! and I can see who she is by learning the contours of her tits; I really connect with her.

This is her I can tell!”

All though Jim Carrey had never been in a movie with Emma Stone- HOT BABE! he loved her. His agent knew to keep an eye out for roles where he could be near her; so far, no dice.

“I just wish I could eat an ice cream sundae off them,” Jim said, “Is that too much to ask? Huh, universe; is it?” He threw his hands up in the air.

He continued, “I don’t know the logistics. I imagine the sundae would fall off; but past that, yeah-

Tonguing all that sweat dessert off her delicious tits-

I just don’t want much else.”

My Pet Monster asked, “Have you seen the leaked Fappening nudes of her?”

“No; What? No!” Jim lept out of his chair. The office chair spun around. “Naked? Pics of her?”

“Yeah, here- look.” My Pet Monster used his monster fingers, covered in blue fur, and did an image search.

“Here we go.”

Jim leaned forward; nearly putting his face to the monitor

“Is

is…  it

really her?”

“Looks like her.”

“Yeah it does!”

“Kind weird that her face is obscured,

it might be fake though.”

“It might be but

if it is legit

Its awesome!” ‘Ol Jimbo was excited. Could I be looking at her tits? Man o man

Gonna have to strangle my cock some and investigate!

The image was not great. Jim thought that a celebrity would have the best phone on the market. “It should be very clear and sharp. Wouldn’t a celeb have an awesome phone?”

“Well, here,” My Pet Monster said, “let’s see if we can find a bikini pic and compare body types.”

“Hold on,” Jim said. He starred at her tits. “They look, they do look like hers- the size, shape of the sternum and fit on the rib cage. Okay, get a secondary pic. Oh, and see if we can find any with her and that same phone case!”

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About Bridget

“HEY, BUY MY SHIT; WHITE BREAD NEEDZ’TA FINANCE A HOT TUB; DAYUM, BITCHES AIN’T CHEAP, YA HEAR? NEED MONEY FOR BOOZE’N DRUGS.” -Bridget Chase 1944-

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About Dr. Stan Fantastic

“I FANTASIZE ABOUT AMUSEMENT PARKS. I HAVE DREAMS OF ONE UNLIKE ANY YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. BUY MY SHIT; I MEAN ART- I HAVE A LOT TO DO AND BEIN’ BROKE AIN’T ONE OF’EM…” -DR. STAN FANTASTIC 1948-

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Chase Entertainment Publishing has acquired more author’s body of work.
Having successfully gained legal control over Bridget Chase’s writing has given Yellowhat Magazine wonderful and new opportunities in adding relating authors to our body of intellectual property!

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We are excited to share the writings of these new author’s below. Click on the image to go to their Amazon Author Profile to read more about them and see their currently published works. *More is on the way*

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REDHAT DICK

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‘NEED MONEY TA’ MAKE CLONES; NATALIE PORTMAN CLONES TO BE EXACT. GOTTA SELL’A LOT OF BOOKS. HELP A FELLER OUT. SCIENCE’N SHIT AIN’T EASY…’ -REDHAT DICK 1937-

 

Dr. Stan Fantastic
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“I fantasize about amusement parks. I have dreams of one unlike any you have ever seen. Buy my shit; I mean art- I have a lot to do and bein’ broke ain’t one of’em…” -Dr. Stan Fantastic 1948-
Natalie Hotdayum

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“I saw the future of entertainment. One where actors were not what they seemed but images mapped over bodies. Celebrities of the Twenty First Century were viewed as mere Court Jesters- becoming jokes and parodies of what they once stood for. Brash satires were made- mocking and rewriting the ridiculous cult of the celebrity that once was Hollywood…’ -Natalie Hotdayum 1941-
Dr. Circus

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“I am the circus that travels hell…” -Dr. Circus 1830-

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Shee-it! What’s da book about?

Eh, you don’t have to have read the first one to understand this story; that is, if this story can even be understood. So, Robo Kong is at the arcade playin’ his favorite pinball machine, Show Girls. His friend Johnny shows up but suddenly gets killed by a bullet through the head. Robo Kong is grief stricken, having seen his friend’s brains explode. So, he hunts down that damned assassin to exact revenge. The story gets side tracked here and there with hot tubs’n other nonsense like sperm possessing witches and Natalie Portman clones- but that’s how most stories go.

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SAMPLE, NOW!

The pinball machine rocked on its feet.

Damn, the last ball; better make it count! Gotta get dat high score. Iz just gotta!

Robo Kong- fer those dat don’t know- was half King Kong and half robot, following a horrible accident where he was killed, and a military company used his corpse to try out some robotic sci-fi shit.

Arcade Shot!

Robo Kong focused his mystical power on the game. Powers obtained from technological absurdities which were fused to his gorilla DNA chains.

He hoped to beat the top score of his favorite pinball machine ‘Show Girls’- Yeah, the movie- cause dat’s a game worth fuckin’ playin! He’d been playin’ now for seventeen hours.

The leading score was held by David Hasselhoff.

There we go keep it off the bumper. You’re going down, Hasselhoff, you beach runnin’ fool!

The pinball rolled- setting off lights and makin’ them number scores roll.

Just’a hundred more points.

BING! The ball came flying at the bumpers.

“Shit, Fuck!”

The steel ball fell in that divine gap between them.

Game over blinked in hypnotic illumined letters.

“Damn.”

“Hey Robo Kong; you get the high score yet?”

Robo Kong turned. Seeing his friend, he said, “Oh, hey Johnny; no, not yet. Was a hundred points away. What’re you doin’ here on a Tuesday afternoon? Shouldn’t you be carvin the waves?”

Johnny, a rail thin teen, held a surf board under his arm. “Not today. The FBI has a new case fer me.”

“Is it to help me beat the high score?” Robo Kong asked.

“No, but I do need your help.”

“Hit me. What’s the mish? I could use some gun play. Haven’t killed anyone, not even a mutant, in days.”

BLAM! Blood soaked Robo Kong’s face. What the…?

Johnny fell to the ground. A bullet hole smoked in his forehead.

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LOOK HERE, NEED MONEY FER BOOZE’N DRUGS. GOTTA’ GET’A HOT TUB’N SOME BITCHES, BUT NEED TA SELL BOOKZ TA DO DAT. -Bridget Chase-

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I’d also like to Welcome
Redhat Dick to the TEAM!

Check out his author page!

‘Need money ta’ make Clones; Natalie Portman clones to be exact. Gotta sell’a lot of books. Help a feller out. Science’n shit ain’t easy…’ -Redhat Dick-

 

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Explain Yerself!

Stephanie is attacked in the tub, WHAM! Family is there to help. Unnatural creatures pour from a dark dimension and a terrible, bloody, and sexually elicit war is raged inside this San Francisco residence. One Hollywood creature is stirring, and it isn’t Mickey F&%^’N Mouse! Grab them bandages; it’s TGI F&%KIN” Friday!

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Gimme’a taste…

“What is this wet slippery thing?”

Stephanie screamed.

She darted out the bathroom. Her towel clung to her body.

Oh, don’t be a prude. This is me, in like, season eight when I developed and started flaunting a little sexuality for all the boys who were growing up too fast and to keep them from outgrowing the show.

Her little TGIF cupcakes danced in bouncing twirls. We are so happy and jiggly, they sang.

“HELP!” Steph shouted again.

Before Joey even heard her shout; he sensed Steph’s naked body. He could always tell when she was naked, but this time it was different. “I better go check this out!”

He put Mr. Woodchuck down.

His puppet was dressed as Wonder Woman, wig and all. Mr. Woodchuck’s small blue panties were askew.

I wasn’t doing nothin’ swears-zies. I was just trying out different costumes out on Mr. Woodchuck. Nothin’ sexual; no sir.

DJ got up from her bed and ran to the door. “What’s the matter Steph?” she asked.

Steve was left sitting on the bed.

Damn, now I got this boner to deal with. Not that that’s unusual. DJ is such a boner tease; I don’t know why I’m with her sometimes. Damn the devil to hell!

His cock raged and balls were swollen. How many seasons will it take to bang her little sofa cushion? And now, what’s this with Stephanie?

Stephanie met DJ at the bedroom door.

“The bathroom,” Stephanie said, “Something was in the tub with me!” She was panting from adrenaline.

Steve looked over. Seriously? I’m horny as fuck and have been storing a nut for 18 years and now; Stephanie is standing there soaking wet all naked except for that little towel. I mean look at her. I can see them little titties through the thread bare towel. Come on! Cut me a break here.

“Something was in the tub?” DJ asked, “Let’s go see.” She turned to Steve, “Steve you coming?”

I wish I was. “Um, yeah just a moment.” Damn, why won’t she ever put out with her pink Jebly? All I’m asking for is to fill her belly with a quick sticky load and have her beg for me for more; you know? What’s the problem with that?

DJ and Steph went across the hall to the bathroom. on the way DJ called out, “DAD!”

“I’m here DJ, what’s the problem?”

He appeared out of nowhere along with Joey and Jesse.

Joey eyed Stephanie’s biscuits.

Well, blow me down, he said like Popeye in his head, she’s all wet, and nude, and damn, I wanna’ make her my sausage biscuit sand’ ich number five breakfast, please, oh please, oh please! Look at the way her tittie biscuits press at that towel. VROOM! HUBBA HUBBA WHOA!

His eyes traced her collarbone and then dropped.

Oh, they are so small and squishy. I just want to cuddle them and love on them. Oh, you’re so pretty little titties. Are those her nipples? It can’t be-

-Yes, it is-

-No-

-Yes; oh, strawberry gumdrops my balls hurt.

Danny noticed too, No I didn’t. And he jerked off in the shower later thinking about it; no, I didn’t. I was thinking about Kimmy-

-dammit;

No, I wasn’t thinking about Kimmy or Steph. Hey… wait! I didn’t do anything in the shower.

“What’s wrong,” Danny asked. Don’t look at her corn muffins.

“In there; something grabbed me,” Steph said and pointed.

Danny marched in and had himself a good fatherly look around.

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