Tales From the Punchbowl #1
A Darling Bitch
Driving across the Nullarbor, I met two very rotund corgi breeders. They offered me a kitchen in lieu of my own functional hardware, after the crash, along with dessert, cheese, olives, biscuits and sundry delectables. As they sipped on their gin, they explained their purpose on this very long, very straight road; to have their gregarious corgi bitch hump a prize corgi stud from over east. Said pooch was romping around a toy-laden enclosure, accepting doggy treats proffered over the barricade from time to time. The well fed and incredibly good hearted couple had accomplished their mission and were on their way home with their impregnated darling in high spirits, to in time sell the pedigree pups in the vicinity of Perth Hills. They talked long into the cold night with plenteous jokes, punctuated with audible farting and laughter.
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