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evildon77

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I WANT TO WRITE A STORY ON MOM AND SON WHILE TRAVELING ON SHIP THEY WERE LEFT ALONE IN ANY ISLAND:rose: THEY LOST IN AN ISLAND ALL ALONE NO HUMAN IS THERE NOR ANY ANIMAL SO THEY STAY THEY LIFE THERE. THE SON IS ABOUT 20YRS AND MOM IS 41YRS PLZ WRITE IT FOR ME AND SUBMIT ME IN HERE OR SEND IT TO evil_don77@yahoo.com
 
Are there fish and fruits? If not, we got about three days, maybe five.
 
I WANT TO WRITE A STORY ON MOM AND SON WHILE TRAVELING ON SHIP THEY WERE LEFT ALONE IN ANY ISLAND:rose: THEY LOST IN AN ISLAND ALL ALONE NO HUMAN IS THERE NOR ANY ANIMAL SO THEY STAY THEY LIFE THERE. THE SON IS ABOUT 20YRS AND MOM IS 41YRS PLZ WRITE IT FOR ME AND SUBMIT ME IN HERE OR SEND IT TO evil_don77@yahoo.com

That is by far the most confusing long sentence I've seen in a while. And why would we write a story and "submit it to [me]"?? I'm not sure that's what this forum is about.

Quite frankly, I think this has been done many times.
 
That is by far the most confusing long sentence I've seen in a while. And why would we write a story and "submit it to [me]"?? I'm not sure that's what this forum is about.

Quite frankly, I think this has been done many times.

Maybe Jenny, but are you sure the mom is 41 in those stories? Makes all the difference you know.

:rose:

MJL
 
Take the cap lock off Evildon. That way we won't all think you're fourteen.

MJL
 
Silly wench. Rum is a necessity, of course there's rum.
 
I guess the gist is the story is about a mom and son shipwrecked for life on a deserted island. the writer throws in everything else. Gad, I'm sure they'd get fish or birds somewhere. It's an island.
 
hmmm

Thats What The Story Should Be Mom Son Shipwrecked On An Island. The Island Is Full Of Trees And Many Other Plants But Not Any Other Animal Or Human Plz Write It Fro Me Guys.
 
In honor of evildon posting without captions I will undertake such a difficult writing challenge. Before deciding to take up the assignment I contacted several multitalented authors about doing this first and here's the responses...

From the pen of emap, she declined on of account the hours spent editing her fictional story "Men are from men: Women are from farce"

Darkbee would've under normal circumstances gladly done so, but seeing that he jerked off over his AV picture (who can blame him?), he's been spending days trying to clean off his monitor.

The ever dependable mjl had even started a tale, but had to rush off to antartica to meet a group of girls looking for some hot action. Though the IP address from the antartica nympho babes had his own IP address he felt the taxi/airport/boat/sled ride would be worth it.

Jenny Jackson was ready to deliver the tale but ran out of memory on her 160 GB hard disc. She's on focus factor now.

Carnevil and Shendude are part of the Pornographic Writers Guild of America and couldn't do so for obvious reasons.

Sweetsubsarahh paid me $5 for taking West Viginia with 49 points and is busy having to work hard to recoup her loses.

Thus I am morally obligated to granted you a story out here and not be email as even though I am $5 richer my Florida Gators didn't fare well and thus I need to avoid the internet email postage charge.

Cast Away II
Won't this make a great trip mom? Just the two of us flying from San Fransisco to New Zealand.

Yes Donny it'll be great. And by only flying on 1 tank of gas just imagine the savings.

It's a good thing they opened up the Panama canal. We'd have to make that flight all the way around Africa if they hadn't done so.

Oh it'll be a dream come true. Let's just load up the pallet of tampoons and we are ready to go.

Did it mom. Hey Dads waving bye to us. Bye dad. Hey mom, why isn't Dad coming with us?

Well what finger is your Dad waving to us with?

Ah...the middle finger. I guess that's for good luck.

Right Evil Donny. Let's just get going.

(Some 1 hour into the flight)

Mom? The plane's motors seem to have gone off. I guess we're over New Zealand now.

Oh no. We're are going to crash. Quick Don, see if any of the tampoons have "Wings".

Good idea mom. "Extra protection"; "Sensitive"; No wings! Crap, I knew we should've stopped off at Hooters!

Listen Don. Grab my Boobs.

Are they like floatation devices?

No, but you can pretend anything so long as you grab them.

Ok mom...

(The plane crashes and the two land on the pile of tampoons and wash up on some deserted island)

Hello. My name is Evil Don. My mom and I have just crashed on this island. Can someone tell me where I can find a bathroom?

It's no use Donny my boy. This island is totally deserted. Even the pay phone over their has been vandilized.

But this island sure does have a lot of trees. If only we had some Christmas decorations I'm sure we'd impress the neighbors.

Don? Look at these plants.

Mom we need to wait 'til nighttime to see the planets.

These are Marijuana plants.

Sounds technical.

Don't worry about that my dear boy. Hey let me see if your cock has taken any damage from being trapped inside your pants.

Sure mom. But shouldn't we call over to that cruise ship about 100 feet away?

Let's wait 'til the cruise ship comes on shore. I'd hate to get my shoes wet. Now about your cock?

(taking it out). It seems ok.

(taking out a magnifying glass) I can't tell. (taking out a high powerful magnifying glass). Oh wait there it is. It's almost is large as a pubic hair.

(Blushing) I measured it this morning. It's a sweet 16mm.

Evil Don my sweet boy. I need you to eat my pussy.

But Mom, we left "Shadow" at home and there's no chinese restaurants near by.

(Pulling up her dress) I want you to lick and suck on my wet virginia. Do as I say my son.

Ok. I guess mom knows best (licking) even though I still don't know why she calls her body part after a state.

Good my boy. Now wave to the nice cruise ship as it heads off.

Bye cruise ship.

Ok son. Now let's go head into the trees.

For building a fire?

No Donny. I need some penis shaped Dildos.

Do they taste like Duck?

Yes Donny they in fact do.

(As the two head into the the woods, god himself is so amused that he makes sure Dildo manna falls from heavens each day save Shabbat. Evil Don and his mom spend some 30 years alone on the island until one day the pay phone rings)

Hello. My name is Evil Don. My mom and I have just crashed on this island. Can someone tell me where I can find a bathroom?

Son, we just got word from someone on the cruise ship who spotted you and are sending out a boat to take you two home. (click...click)

Hey mom. Someone just called and they don't know where the bathroom is?

Oh that's alright Donny my dear. Come over here now for your fisting lesson.

Oh good. I think I am ready for 10 fingers.

The End
 
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Hmmmmm

In honor of evildon posting without captions I will undertake such a difficult writing challenge. Before deciding to take up the assignment I contacted several multitalented authors about doing this first and here's the responses...

From the pen of emap, she declined on of account the hours spent editing her fictional story "Men are from men: Women are from farce"

Darkbee would've under normal circumstances gladly done so, but seeing that he jerked off over his AV picture (who can blame him?), he's been spending days trying to clean off his monitor.

The ever dependable mjl had even started a tale, but had to rush off to antartica to meet a group of girls looking for some hot action. Though the IP address from the antartica nympho babes had his own IP address he felt the taxi/airport/boat/sled ride would be worth it.

Jenny Jackson was ready to deliver the tale but ran out of memory on her 160 GB hard disc. She's on focus factor now.

Carnevil and Shendude are part of the Pornographic Writers Guild of America and couldn't do so for obvious reasons.

Sweetsubsarahh paid me $5 for taking West Viginia with 49 points and is busy having to work hard to recoup her loses.

Thus I am morally obligated to granted you a story out here and not be email as even though I am $5 richer my Florida Gators didn't fare well and thus I need to avoid the internet email postage charge.

Cast Away II
Won't this make a great trip mom? Just the two of us flying from San Fransisco to New Zealand.

Yes Donny it'll be great. And by only flying on 1 tank of gas just imagine the savings.

It's a good thing they opened up the Panama canal. We'd have to make that flight all the way around Africa if they hadn't done so.

Oh it'll be a dream come true. Let's just load up the pallet of tampoons and we are ready to go.

Did it mom. Hey Dads waving bye to us. Bye dad. Hey mom, why isn't Dad coming with us?

Well what finger is your Dad waving to us with?

Ah...the middle finger. I guess that's for good luck.

Right Evil Donny. Let's just get going.

(Some 1 hour into the flight)

Mom? The plane's motors seem to have gone off. I guess we're over New Zealand now.

Oh no. We're are going to crash. Quick Don, see if any of the tampoons have "Wings".

Good idea mom. "Extra protection"; "Sensitive"; No wings! Crap, I knew we should've stopped off at Hooters!

Listen Don. Grab my Boobs.

Are they like floatation devices?

No, but you can pretend anything so long as you grab them.

Ok mom...

(The plane crashes and the two land on the pile of tampoons and wash up on some deserted island)

Hello. My name is Evil Don. My mom and I have just crashed on this island. Can someone tell me where I can find a bathroom?

It's no use Donny my boy. This island is totally deserted. Even the pay phone over their has been vandilized.

But this island sure does have a lot of trees. If only we had some Christmas decorations I'm sure we'd impress the neighbors.

Don? Look at these plants.

Mom we need to wait 'til nighttime to see the planets.

These are Marijuana plants.

Sounds technical.

Don't worry about that my dear boy. Hey let me see if your cock has taken any damage from being trapped inside your pants.

Sure mom. But shouldn't we call over to that cruise ship about 100 feet away?

Let's wait 'til the cruise ship comes on shore. I'd hate to get my shoes wet. Now about your cock?

(taking it out). It seems ok.

(taking out a magnifying glass) I can't tell. (taking out a high powerful magnifying glass). Oh wait there it is. It's almost is large as a pubic hair.

(Blushing) I measured it this morning. It's a sweet 16mm.

Evil Don my sweet boy. I need you to eat my pussy.

But Mom, we left "Shadow" at home and there's no chinese restaurants near by.

(Pulling up her dress) I want you to lick and suck on my wet virginia. Do as I say my son.

Ok. I guess mom knows best (licking) even though I still don't know why she calls her body part after a state.

Good my boy. Now wave to the nice cruise ship as it heads off.

Bye cruise ship.

Ok son. Now let's go head into the trees.

For building a fire?

No Donny. I need some penis shaped Dildos.

Do they taste like Duck?

Yes Donny they in fact do.

(As the two head into the the woods, god himself is so amused that he makes sure Dildo manna falls from heavens each day save Shabbat. Evil Don and his mom spend some 30 years alone on the island until one day the pay phone rings)

Hello. My name is Evil Don. My mom and I have just crashed on this island. Can someone tell me where I can find a bathroom?

Son, we just got word from someone on the cruise ship who spotted you and are sending out a boat to take you two home. (click...click)

Hey mom. Someone just called and they don't know where the bathroom is?

Oh that's alright Donny my dear. Come over here now for your fisting lesson.

Oh good. I think I am ready for 10 fingers.

The End

THATS GOOD BUT I WANT SOME WHAT LONG MEANS HOW THEY STRUGGLE FOR FEW DAYS AND AFTER KNOWS ABOUT THERE FANTASIES AND WAY THEY LIVED AFTER THEY HAVE NO CLOTHES TO WEAR. AND HIDE THERE NATURALITY AND EVEN MORE. WAITING STILLL
 
I swear you must be 10. Learn to type and turn off the caps loc key.

How dare you insult the EvilDon! If he was 10 they would be forced to taking my fabulous story down. Can we not pretend that EvilDon is 18 with an IQ on the level of a 10 year old? He's even begging for a sequel.

(Wait...evildon is calling me right now...he's asking me how many candles go on a 10 year old's birthday cake.)
 
Ummm guys, think 12, boys always turn into giant horny monsters at about 12. Still waiting for one of them to stop being giant horny monster, not that I am complaining since I'm horny alot to. ;)
 
How dare you insult the EvilDon! If he was 10 they would be forced to taking my fabulous story down. Can we not pretend that EvilDon is 18 with an IQ on the level of a 10 year old? He's even begging for a sequel.

(Wait...evildon is calling me right now...he's asking me how many candles go on a 10 year old's birthday cake.)

I lurve you, Freddy - have my e-babies.
 
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