the 13th day of Flufftober brings us the word “innocence”, and with it, a snapshot of the day Honeydew had hers violently taken away. As soon as a fluff-vet said that Honeydew was old enough to breed without her dying or being rendered infertile, John got to it. Her screaming was unfortunately rather annoying, and distracted him from his game of FIFA in the other room, but that was nothing the crusty old sock under his bed couldn’t fix, while Abraxis, the seasoned stud with smarty syndrome, showed the traumatised young mare the terrors of womanhood.
Ah if its crusty for the reason I think it is. im surprised the sock didnt shatter when he gagged her with it. Also I swear I can hear part of their convo in my head.
John: Da faq are you on about? THE FIFIR GAMES GOING N IF IT GOT NUTHIN TO DO WITH FOOTBALL ON THE TELE I DON’T CARE.