Ok, so I’m hopping around the neighbourhood, and I notice that the MMMeatshop people have a tent out front of their store. Turns out that they are doing this thing where if you give a little bit of money to people who need it, they give you barbequed things, and little packets of crisps, and this stuff…
…ooooh, this stuff. It looks like orange juice, but it isn’t. You put it in your mouth like you would with orange juice, though, and when you do, you taste peach. LOTS of peach. Like dozens of sweet, sexy lady peaches, all pleasuring themselves in your mouth. It’s pretty awesome. And for some reason, it makes me think about… *lower lip starts to quiver*
(No. No. No. I will not cry. I will not cry. I am a big bunny now, and I will not cry…
)
So, I spent the better part of the afternoon, going from MMMeatshop to MMMeatshop, trying to trick more sweet nectar out of them. They keep trying to push the meat sandwiches on me, but I don’t want that. I just want to stick my head in the big bucket things where the peach stuff comes from.
So now I’m bloated, dizzy, and my tinkle is amber coloured. And while this has nothing to do with the Tickle Game (aside from the fact that none of them seemed particularly interested in trading the peach juice for oral pleasuring); if you’re interested in helping some folks out in exchange for snacks, you may want to go see the good people at the MMMeatshops.
(And if you are at all queasy about swallowing the occasional whisker, you may want to steer clear of the Dixie cups )
…ooooh, this stuff. It looks like orange juice, but it isn’t. You put it in your mouth like you would with orange juice, though, and when you do, you taste peach. LOTS of peach. Like dozens of sweet, sexy lady peaches, all pleasuring themselves in your mouth. It’s pretty awesome. And for some reason, it makes me think about… *lower lip starts to quiver*
(No. No. No. I will not cry. I will not cry. I am a big bunny now, and I will not cry…
)So, I spent the better part of the afternoon, going from MMMeatshop to MMMeatshop, trying to trick more sweet nectar out of them. They keep trying to push the meat sandwiches on me, but I don’t want that. I just want to stick my head in the big bucket things where the peach stuff comes from.
So now I’m bloated, dizzy, and my tinkle is amber coloured. And while this has nothing to do with the Tickle Game (aside from the fact that none of them seemed particularly interested in trading the peach juice for oral pleasuring); if you’re interested in helping some folks out in exchange for snacks, you may want to go see the good people at the MMMeatshops.
(And if you are at all queasy about swallowing the occasional whisker, you may want to steer clear of the Dixie cups
)