THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Matt
 

I like dogs. I really do. I actually love them. When-
ever I see a female one, I hug her and say "Hello, bitch."
However, they don't seem to like me saying that to them, so
maybe that's why I don't come into contact with that many.
But still, I love to dick them. Ohhh, yes... the dicking.
So I loved that.  Then, after I was almost killed, I ran to the lake and
rented a wave runner. After lunch with Banks, I
looked around for a woman who I could fuck, I mean,
Paul. He's not really a woman, but he's still damned sexy. That's a person I
could definitely fuck. Anyway, back to my torture chamber, where
I filmed bondage pornos to get sick bastards off.
During these movies we used whips, nooses, and dildos.
We had a lot of fun. Then, in the midst of our mutual
passion, I hyad sudden stabbing pains in my chest. I fell
onto the sharp anal probe used in my videos.
It pierced through my leather suit and bondage chains.
I wanted to murder, wanted to kill, but my love, and
my passionate hatred, were all that held me back from
allowing me to kill. Killing and masturbating
are my two passions and now I don't know what
I want to do. Hey, wait, I found it -- I want cookies. Rich
chocolate cookies. With iced cream. That would be
a terrific reward for handing over my child porn
taped to the feds. So then I decided to
kill myself. My wife was aghast at the news, but
I conforted her. "You see," I said, "I love you, so I have to die."
Out of love, I unloaded a clip in my skull.
I fell dead so therefore I died.
Yes. I died. I felt pan in my cerebellum. Shit.
Then the holy light of heaven enveloped me and I
was rejected at the gate. I was sent
to hell and became Satan's bitch
forever. It was a hard (very hard) job, but I grew to love it. The End.