Thursday, 30 August 2012

Lions, en masse, on yer back, up yer ass...

Alleviating the alienation and reaffirming a sense of wantedness, I call upon ye stalwart companions for an evening of Olympian televisual banqueture!

Alas! Tragedy hath struck! Another acquaintance has had a canine casualty! Assaulted by Alsatians or some such. So, once more I am abandoned as it's deemed the best way to recuperate from shitzhu savagery is to get back in the company of other dogs ASAP!

Seems logical... until you think of the chihuahua being taken to the doggie bedside for encouraging recuperation...

...the dog with a tendency to shove it's nose up any other four legged creature's chocolate starfish (or plush toy, preferably a draught excluder that's dwarfed into insignificance by your schlong) and try to bumrape it to death!

Not the best way to recover from the terrible trauma of a mauling - to be comforted by a savage shagging up the shitter!

Imagine it were Siegfried and Roy after the tigers et their faces off and et them to death. Once the feral beasts have been put to sleep, in order to "get them back in the game" of the magical menagerie, they'd send in Julian Clary to give 'em a good fisting, with a side order of Dale Winton bummage!

Then again, Horn would probably like that, as it's alleged that the biting off of his head has changed his personality, and he's now true to his name - feeling up his physiotherapists, cupping the cock and crack of his caretakers, groping his nurses and molesting everything within reach!

Well, I guess it's right up their back passage. Weren't they nobbing that woman behind each others beast-with-two-backs? And shagging the tigers. Or was that some other adulterous couple made up in the news as a comparative backstory regarding other similar Panthera Tigris Vegas performance shenannigans? I remember some leathery woman in spandex looking all haggard in the photos...

Or was that David Copperfield and Claudia Schiffer goose-ing diverse forms of avian fowl?

Something like that.

Probably.

Or not.

As the case may be.

Or something.

Anyhoo, the point is, when maimed from a mauling, I suspect the psychological shock is not exactly lightened by being forcibly subjected to sphincter sex by a hound!

Still, as excuses for Avoiding The Xym go, having to go and gaysex an assault victim by way of beastiality to regain canine confidence is one of the better ones!