June 28, 2012
satire, humor, and titillating tales from the environs of East Hell.
every night between midnight and 1 am.
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B.L. Zebubb, otherwise known as Satan, bent over the tea table at the Hunchback Inn and snagged two glazed donuts. Just for fun, he hung one from each of his horns, which gave the rest of us a good chuckle. Tiki Bob took a picture or two, I got a tweet going. "Oh Bubbsie!" giggled Lurleen, the dominant JellO wrestling midget-in-a-black-leather- bikini. She blushed and tittered and readjusted her single B-cup, which somehow had slipped a bit. B.L. appraised her with one fiery eye, then offered her the plain glazed from his left horn, keeping the chocolate one for himself. Lurleen accepted the donut, blushing even more. "Cheers," said B.L. The couple hooked arms and staring into one another's eyes, they each took a bite. "Lookee thar." said BillyBob. "It's workin'."
You know me. Satirist, actor, artist, and Charlie Sheen's biographer.
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