(( Not all of the less-than-eager-to-be-CAST-rated MEMBERS cobrehend the beauty, innocence, generosity, and pure warmth of the FSD's latest offerings of love and redirection to her beloved minions. Frankfurtly, those who recognize the well-manicured talons hands of the HIGH PRIESTESS on the bris-kit are very worried. No one's contract calls for an onset cob-clipping, like you'd crop a ear or scorch a brand. Every well-hung Nelson Mandala all over the set is running for cover, and TERRY CLOTH discovers that he has a kernel of fear due to bad memories of an early, painful circumhemsion.))
TERRY CLOTH:
** Please, HIGH PRIESTESS, give me your ear! No flicking, please, no flicking! Can't we go back to the dozy days of embracing pre-composted piney cowboy thingies? I would hate for there to be a tragic Octo-accident or cobulation. **
THE HIGH PRIESTESS REPLIES:** Ah, TERRY, I understand your concern! Our FSD is unconsciously (I presume) picking up on the overt phallic overtones of this male on male story, which is about to be made more complex by the introduction of not one, but two strong females who will do their best to 'trim the horns' of their beloveds to suit themselves.
While I enjoy a good ear of corn as much as the next High Priestess, those are not my hands pictured above: rather they are meant to suggest the imminent arrival of a certain lady who has a great fondness for the color red, that Charmer of Childress, Miss Lureen Newsome. She will 'stalk' our Jack, 'husk' him quite handily, and set him to simmering right soon.
Meanwhile, Ennis is about to be engulfed by the many-armed monster of matrimony, represented by the clinging limbs of the lovely Alma Beers and two adoring little girls. Like the frankfurter above, he will not escape entirely unscathed. **
Every well-hung Nelson Mandala all over the set is running for cover, and TERRY CLOTH discovers that he has a kernel of fear due to bad memories of an early, painful circumhemsion.
** I'm sorry to hear that you still suffer from diaperhood trauma! Your golden rack is waiting for you in the Sacred Relic Room any time you feel the need for some rest and relaxation. The piney cowboy thingie is no more, however. Perhaps the FSD could be persuaded to provide a fresh one, if that's the sort of thing you're into.
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