Carnival season over and autumn winds turned chilly. Van the carny geek had no fucking plans. He had nowhere to go! He hung around southern Indiana, in a tent, biting the heads off mourning doves, turtles, American songbirds and frogs just to keep his edge, stay in the Game. And then he met the 'Possum. The 'Possum talked. Her name was Blossom. They remain close.
She got him off the stuff, weaned him off white rats. He nuzzles the neck of stuffed animals from time to time, in accordance with the protocols of Geek Anon.
In a bar, he proposed, she accepted. Don't ask. And yes, she wore white.
When Van rubs her musky-silky belly she positively GLOWS; (and purrs) and when he...well, you get the picture. And I suspect he does things to her Marsupial pouch.
"Van" Woolsey was formerly the protege of the famous circus geek "IT", Baron of Barf.
"IT" will be missed; his famed collection of naughty Smurfette erotica has been donated to the Smithsonian.
Date Written: May 3, 2006 Author:Master Bates Average Vote: 2
Comments:
05/4/2006scoop: Too predictable. I knew right when I saw the title this was going to be another one of those Smurfette erotica donation jokes.
05/4/2006qualcomm: the first three lines were good. i would put a period after "Indiana" and end it there.
05/4/2006Litcube (2): I don't understand why we're telling this story. Although, to be fair, it's more like a list of zany ideas that are supposed to phonetically sound cool.
05/4/2006Litcube: Like the Phoenicians, and how they must have sounded cool.