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Honey123 said:
I said skip the cliff...save the bikini~which is very hot~for the island...
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I said skip the cliff...save the bikini~which is very hot~for the island...
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Honey123 said:
Nah, beautiful reddish brown....
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zeb1094 said:Oooo, that could be another challenge story, The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble.
Hmmmm...think we could get him to put it in an AV?
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
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Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable doaner body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable doaner body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable doaner body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himself scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable doaner body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himself scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable donor body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himsefl scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
The weeping was loud and the tears flowed freely as the Big Toe, known as Johnny to his mates, was lowered into his grave. The autopsy had shown that Johnny had died of a hangnail. A hangnail that had been ripped from his body as the foot he was attached to entered the bears ass. That had been the end as far as Johnny was concerned, from that point on he had lost all his senses.
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable donor body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himsefl scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
The weeping was loud and the tears flowed freely as the Big Toe, known as Johnny to his mates, was lowered into his grave. The autopsy had shown that Johnny had died of a hangnail. A hangnail that had been ripped from his body as the foot he was attached to entered the bears ass. That had been the end as far as Johnny was concerned, from that point on he had lost all his senses.
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The Death of Toe: A Foot in Trouble
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable donor body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himsefl scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
The weeping was loud and the tears flowed freely as the Big Toe, known as Johnny to his mates, was lowered into his grave. The autopsy had shown that Johnny had died of a hangnail. A hangnail that had been ripped from his body as the foot he was attached to entered the bears ass. That had been the end as far as Johnny was concerned, from that point on he had lost all his senses.
Slowly Ted-E-Bear makes his way to Johnny's grave after everyone left, tossing a red rose and scratching his ass. The stinging was still there and a slight pain where the nail was embedded, but Ted will always cherish that moment when he lost his anal virginity to Johnny....
Johnny was the "big" toe of the bunch...he was a short, stubby fellow, but had a big presence. He had an air about him. He always thought that without him, no one could stand a chance...hell, he thought he was a foot above everyone! Little did he know, he didn't have a leg to stand on!
Johnny was something of a rebel; never quite willing to toe the line. He irritiated everyone by always introducing them as "Hi, I'm Toe. And this is my brother pinky, and my other brother pinky and, well you get the picture."
It had been a while since Johnny had been home. He was stuck in a pair of combat boots ankle deep in the mud in the back woods of Virginia. He was misserable, wet, muddy and 'phweey' did he stink!
He had a very callous way about him, too. Sometimes you knew just when his evil little mind was working. It was like a fungus. He itched and itched to do bad things. Most people thought he was a heel.
But he was a big toe endowed with and over active imagination. Not being able to see where him and his mates were going was truly unnerving. Stuck in a boot for all etenity, living from moment to moment, in a stench that would gag a maggot!
He had plans...big plans! He wanted to spread out...feel the grass under his body, dammit at least just kick something!
But that's what always got him in trouble...kicking something. And now this time he really did it...he kicked and now he's stuck...
Wedged up the ass of the bear that they had been stalking. I was bear season in the Adrondacs. And now Johnny was ankle deep in bear, to put it mildly. Johnny had the feeling he would soon be saying good-bye to the rest of his body!
His life flashed before his eyes. Or at least the last few hours. He was to meet some guy named Ted. Little did he know who exactly Ted was...
Ted was an extra part of a transexual operation that went bad back in '00. He had been frozen until a suitable donor body could be found and it now looked like Johnny was in the same crap hole.
And boy did it stink!! Johnny just wanted to try alittle nail polish..I mean, those toes he saw walking down the street, they looked so pretty...so colorful. He was so straight edged...so plain. It didn't occur to him that he would mistaken as being part of that operation. He tried desperately to hide behind his brothers, but Ted saw him and made a pass at him. All Johnny saw was red..not like the pretty red nail polish he was sporting...but you know, that anger type red..and then next thing Johnny knew was he heard himsefl scream, "UP YOURS...ASSHOLE!" and then everything went dark..and stinky!
The weeping was loud and the tears flowed freely as the Big Toe, known as Johnny to his mates, was lowered into his grave. The autopsy had shown that Johnny had died of a hangnail. A hangnail that had been ripped from his body as the foot he was attached to entered the bears ass. That had been the end as far as Johnny was concerned, from that point on he had lost all his senses.
Slowly Ted-E-Bear makes his way to Johnny's grave after everyone left, tossing a red rose and scratching his ass. The stinging was still there and a slight pain where the nail was embedded, but Ted will always cherish that moment when he lost his anal virginity to Johnny....
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Honey123 said:flattery will get you..well...everywhere!!
How's the toe?
I'm gonna call you toe-man from now on!
Ooh-ooh...toe jokes...and then a toe story...I feel so....loved...ouch...just bent my toe...
Pretty funny, guys...
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