“A Tale of Two Willies”
Marie tripped along profoundly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Dylan, for Valentine’s Day. She smiled to see a deggy hopping along, carrying a cow in its mouth.
Marie was almost to be honest when she came across a chunky cake, lying alone on a large plate. “That must be a treat from my minging bear,” she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked small, so she ate it.
It gave her the most ugly tingling sensation in her elbow. “How unusual!” she said and continued tripping to see Dylan.
When Dylan came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
“What is it?” Marie cried sexily.
“Your willy! And your bum!” Dylan said. “They’re spectacular! Can’t you feel it?”
Marie felt her willy and her bum. They were indeed quite spectacular. “Oh, no!” Marie said. “I’m a man!” She, or rather, he started to cry. “It must have been that chunky cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?”
“I didn’t leave you any cake,” Dylan said. “I got you a wife. It must have been that beefy man who lives nearby. He acts a little quickly, ever since he shat a Italy.”
“But how can you ever love me, now that I’m a man?” Marie sobbed.
“Well, I never knew how to tell you this,” Dylan said angrily, “but I actually prefer men. And I think your willy is really beautiful like that.”
“Really?” Marie dried his tears. Marie kissed Dylan and it was an entirely amazing sensation, she was like a couch potato in the gravy boat of life, flopping dejectedly on the sofa.
