A Tale of Sue's Titties

HONH HONH on the range....
today i was called in for questioning regarding my involvement in the sept 11th attacks. i was so thrilled to finally get attention that i started to accidentally molt, and i was so embarrassed. i left a trail of feathers everywhere! the questions were fun and exciting. they asked me all about my family, so i pulled out my wallet and showed them pictures of uncle stanley-bob, grandma agnes, grandpa sister todd, and of course my antichristmoms, melissa and laura. i also showed them a huge, signed photo of my doppelganger krys. they seemed especially impressed with krys. maybe it was because she was naked. HONH!

then they asked if i had anything to do with al qaeda, and i honestly said no. they kept pestering me, and they hurt my feelings once when they implied that just because i am an ostrich, i have no feelings and no bones. don't confuse me with a banana! they never once asked me if i fucked the twin towers. had they asked me that, boy would i be in trouble! government INTELLIGENCE my ass!

then, as i was leaving, something ominous happened. "susan," said a government questioner, "we'd like to invite you to have a gynecological exam."

"HONH!!!!" i squawked, my netherboobs quaking.

i layed on the table, legs splayed open, hoping the middle school would be okay. "oh, uncle stanley-bob, if only you were here to save me," i thought, sadly. stanley-bob has lots of connections to the government. he is good at giving people a hand. maybe because he has eight.

"well, i never..." murmered the gynecologist, her entire torso inside my cavernous cunt. "we have a situation here!"

"honh," i whispered, tears forming in my large, winsome eyes.

"this young ostrich appears to be harboring terrorists in her cunt! we found osama bin laden, osama bin moof, osama bin weepul, osama bin forks, osama bin magicmarker, and even osama bin meowmeowpurr!!"

"HOOOOOOOOOOONH!!!!!" i screamed. "i am not harboring them!!!! i didn't even know they were there!!! get them out!!! HOOOOOOONHHHH!!!!! and make sure all the sixth graders are okay!!"

"shhh, susan, it will be okay," soothed the gyno.

a needle was pushed into my leg, and i don't remember anything else until i woke up in a jail cell among 17 arab looking men.

"what did you guys do?" i asked them, sullenly. "i had terrorists living in my cunt."

"we are being racially profiled," said the man closest to me. "and let me tell you, that is a fine feminine bouquet coming from your netherregions."

i was so happy that someone was finally being nice to me, that i allowed this kind young man to fuck my bunghole. wee! then i went to sleep, and when i woke up, the government decided to let me out of jail, and they tried to bring me to a wildlife preserve in loxahatchee, florida. i would have none of that, and i smoopwaddled over to state road 27, where i hitch-hiked up to ohio and then back to new york, because i miss sister todd, agnes, melissa, laura, and krys, and i want to put some more buildings in my cunt. then again, had i resisted that urge a few months ago, none of the events in this entry would have ever happened. HONH indeed.

on an unrelated note, i gave hemant another blow job. hee.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: stanley-bob on the phone, sending love from the east river

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