boop

"Boop!" "Ah! But i-" "yes, yes, yes. i get it, you're «booping me back in the pussy» or in the g-spot or whatever." "Whew! Feisty much?" "No, it's just that this joke has been going on for a while now. Can we change it?" "Boinking joke?" "Overdone." "Oh, come on... why so cranky?" "Because i'm jacking you." "... i see what you did there. Soldier." "You are the soldier i'm the queen." "Then i'm jacking and you're siring me?" "What the... no... that's wrong on so many levels." "I meant that you're making me a sire." "We need to work on the jokes." "Yes let's fuck our minds silly." "That's... a better one." "Yes, but let's not forget about grinding the pole and polishing the knob down there. You're quite distracted about this whole joke business. If you don't continue i think i've seen a monkey girl out there and i might go and get me into some monkey business." "No... nononono. NO! I forbid you to use stupid puns like that." "You do seem a bit cranky, how about i massage your lucky feet? While fucking around possibly?" "I'm ... the confines between wordplay and suggestions are bleeding." "I suggest you get down to your roots and start working on the traditional rabbit dance." "Uh?" "Hip-hop." "That.... okay that was somewhat cute?" "I understand that you're having a bad hare day, but don't be mad, be hoppy, i have a recipe for that, it's the hot cross bunny, you're alrady hot, and you seem to be cross, so the recipe is ready, if you want to be hoppier though, we might get this fucking business done, and then i could give you an 18 carrots ring and we could go to a bunnymoon. I mean i could hire a rocket and we could go to the moon, but i doubt we would really find bunnies there, plus i'm fed up with the hole thing so we better get ourselves a regular house and starting popping offsprings so we could be a millionhare." "..." "What?" "I'd give you 5 out of 7."

Simone Spinozzi