Third World Ant

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Friday, June 10, 2005

The trial

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present you with the evidence for the crime on trial today. Before you lie graphic visuals of the violence many luscious vixens endure at the hands of their animated lovers - purple ear, or petechial bruising, as it is known among the experts - is a shame that is borne silently and stoically by our victim, Lolo X, but she has chosen to speak out, bravely, and share the details with you all.

I ask that you be strong and courageous when examining these pictures, and to put yourselves into her position at the scene of the crime. Her legs entwined with his, their bodies grinding rhythmically to the animalistic beat of desire, her (not so) soft moans of encouragement, his mouth.... ahem, sorry, I got distracted for a moment there. Where was I? Oh yes, his mouth... his mouth hungrily attached to hers, locked in a duel of tongues. Then, at her most vulnerable, her ear lay exposed for attack. The Gilb's tongue darted - deliberately, I assure you - to her ear, his teeth took hold of her soft, alluring earlobe, and sunk themselves greedily into its flesh.

Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit A - the earlobe that escaped unharmed. Note its evenness of colour, its soft unwounded flesh.

Doh! Due to the unprecedented incompetence of the author, the pictures could not be posted.

Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit B - the earlobe that didn't get away. Note the discoloration, the lacklustre appearance. This earlobe has lost the will to live, it wants to escape to a better place, where earlobes can run free and safe from victimisation.

Doh! Due to the unprecedented incompetence of the author, the pictures could not be posted.

I ask you to reflect on the damning evidence before you. The accused is guilty, as charged.

1 Comments:

At 1:18 pm, Blogger Peas on Toast said...

Gilb the Ear Mangler?
Right. YOu need to get even. And fast. At his most vulberable, like when he's in the throe of orgasmic passion/on the shitter/or perhaps about to bite into a pastrami foot-long, ahem, sandwich, you need to bite...his ass. Now it may seem a little non-descript if he's sitting on the crapper, but then you need to time it well. JUst before he sits on the crapper, while he is lowering the seat, you bite the effervescent baby hairs and a mouth full of flesh on his ass. Leaving a bruise bum cheek. Then google purple bumcheek and let me know what it says.

Ear Mangler has Nothing on BUtt MUncher.
me=butt muncher. And it's worked for years.

 

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