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Tag Archives: eggs
Bad Eggs
Somewhere on a beach in Costa Rica…. SANTA: Ahhhh, this is the life! My job may be a pain in the ass two months out of the year, but the ten month tropical vacays more than make up for the … Continue reading
Happy Birth Day
MITZI: YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! The BABEEEEEEEZ are coming!!! SNUGGLE: And SNUGGEEEEEEEZ is leaving!!!! Snuggle Bear, fearing for his future bankroll, tries to make a daring escape from the stage, but….. SCRATCHY: (Securing the beads….. er, rope) Going somewhere, Dadio? LUNA: Nobody leaves … Continue reading
Shower Power
RAINY: (Peeking out the curtain) Here she comes! Everyone go hide before she opens the door! A collection of critters shield themselves behind a useless prop while the guest of honor for their surprise party comes inside… MITZI: Oooooh! That … Continue reading
The Most Horrible Story Ever Told
It’s a cold December night as Mitzi walks herself back home after a grueling night of working the pole at the local gentlecritter’s club… MITZI: Brrrrrrrrsies! It’s, like, so cold I can’t even feel my nipplies! (Believe it or not) … Continue reading
