The Donkey
The donkey penis was enormous.
"Lordy, lordy, cream my corn," gasped Maybelle. "I ain't never seen nothing like that before."
The livestock scratched his side with his hoof. The shuffling leg swayed the donkey anatomy hypnotically, to and fro, back and forth, a giant dirty animal meat pendulum. The musky air formed sweat beads on Maybelle's skin beneath her billowy cotton dress.
"I do believe that I am havin' impure thoughts," thought Maybelle. "I ain't never thought like this before."
What was it that made a married God-fearing good woman like Maybelle think about a donkey penis? How does a mother of two who volunteers at the hospital and washes old people with a sponge allow such beastly thoughts to enter her mind?
"Aha, I know what it is."
Maybelle lifted her finger.
"It's that gay marriage. Once they started lettin' homosexuals tie the knot, every thing just went downhill. There's no order or morality. I mean, if gay people can get married, then what's to stop me from marrying that donkey over there?"
Maybelle stared at the donkey. The donkey, unaware of it's talent, did not seem to notice Maybelle at all. A butterfly fluttered through the air and landed on the head of the donkey penis. The penis, like a tail, shook it off.
"Lordy lordy," said Maybelle as she fanned herself with a newspaper.
The donkey started to defecate. It squeezed out a long slow turd that grew until it's length matched the penis, then it plopped out to the ground and broke in half.
"Now that was just nasty," thought Maybelle.
Maybelle left the vicinity of the donkey and went home to prepare dinner for her family.
"Tonight, we're gonna have spaghetti," said Maybelle to herself.
As she reached for noodles the donkey entered her mind again. She chuckled.
"That's ridiculous," chuckled Maybelle. "Ridiculous."
"Lordy, lordy, cream my corn," gasped Maybelle. "I ain't never seen nothing like that before."
The livestock scratched his side with his hoof. The shuffling leg swayed the donkey anatomy hypnotically, to and fro, back and forth, a giant dirty animal meat pendulum. The musky air formed sweat beads on Maybelle's skin beneath her billowy cotton dress.
"I do believe that I am havin' impure thoughts," thought Maybelle. "I ain't never thought like this before."
What was it that made a married God-fearing good woman like Maybelle think about a donkey penis? How does a mother of two who volunteers at the hospital and washes old people with a sponge allow such beastly thoughts to enter her mind?
"Aha, I know what it is."
Maybelle lifted her finger.
"It's that gay marriage. Once they started lettin' homosexuals tie the knot, every thing just went downhill. There's no order or morality. I mean, if gay people can get married, then what's to stop me from marrying that donkey over there?"
Maybelle stared at the donkey. The donkey, unaware of it's talent, did not seem to notice Maybelle at all. A butterfly fluttered through the air and landed on the head of the donkey penis. The penis, like a tail, shook it off.
"Lordy lordy," said Maybelle as she fanned herself with a newspaper.
The donkey started to defecate. It squeezed out a long slow turd that grew until it's length matched the penis, then it plopped out to the ground and broke in half.
"Now that was just nasty," thought Maybelle.
Maybelle left the vicinity of the donkey and went home to prepare dinner for her family.
"Tonight, we're gonna have spaghetti," said Maybelle to herself.
As she reached for noodles the donkey entered her mind again. She chuckled.
"That's ridiculous," chuckled Maybelle. "Ridiculous."
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