But then... out of no-where Denise from the cheese came crashing in through the window- and leapt on to RHC, breaking his back before Greez could take advantage of him.
He tried to figure it out, but he cannot, so he contacted Gerrez the tarot card reader,still not satisfied.
He looked on, hardly able to draw breath. The scene was a modern day bacchanalia. The bed was merely a mound of Badger corpses upon which RHC and Denice were writhing caught up in their passionate clinch. Snails were everywhere; their snail trails adding to the ubiquitous sheen of semen and sweat, which caught the red glow of the bedroom light and glistened like rubies. It was a den of depravity, a carnival of all things carnal. The love-makers looked like wild beasts and the bodies of the dead badgers, entwining their limbs and protuberances, made them look like randy satyrs from a decadent Roman Frieze. Suddenly words burst forth from his constricted throat in a cry of disbelief, a warning torn from him by sheer horror: "Don't do that! That is in no way hygienic!'
There seems to be a prominent homo-erotic theme that a lot in here are trying to develop. May I suggest you create a new thread for your "50 Shades of Red Hadron Collider and Greez" fantasy.
This is probably the most entertaining thread on this site. Just sat here reading it on my lunch.....f**kin hilarious!
"I'll give you a clue," Denice replied with a glint in her one good eye, "have you ever heard of the saying 'up there quick as a greased-up badger'?" "Not really," said Greez, but she could tell he was curious, as his brown starfish was winking. "Well, it's time for a greased-up badger in Greez!" she laughed as she whipped out her massive mucus-covered mustelid. "FFS! " RHC ejaculated, whilst emitting ejaculate onto a nearby snail.
He is planing to hide the corpes of badger and snail. No where to hide as neighbours are complaing of trrible smell from his house.He needs to act fast...thinking of relocating?
