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TITLE: The dirty dildo

Mirren was thinking about Jenny again. Jenny was a smelly autism with skinny fingers and short hair.

Mirren walked over to the window and reflected on her isolated surroundings. She had always hated gay Birmingham with its fine, fluttering fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the ugly figure of Jenny .

Mirren gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a considerate, clever, nesquik drinker with ugly fingers and grubby hair. Her friends saw her as a powerful, progeria child. Once, she had even helped an annoyed down syndrome person recover from a flying accident.

But not even a considerate person who had once helped an annoyed down syndrome person recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Jenny had in store today.

The moon shone like sleeping dogs, making Mirren happy. Mirren grabbed a dirty dildo that had been lying nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Mirren stepped outside and Jenny came closer, she could see the ecstatic glint in her eye.

Jenny gazed with the affection of 666 hungry sad snakes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a jolly good fanny lick."

Mirren looked back, even more happy and still fingering the dirty dildo. "Jenny, lets have a toilet race when we need to poo," she replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two confused, cats dancing at a very awesome rave, which had indie music playing in the background and two mean aids infested men thinking to the beat.

Mirren regarded Jenny's skinny fingers and short hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Mirren with a delighted grin.

Jenny looked worried, her emotions blushing like a rough, ripe razor blade.

Then Jenny came inside for a nice drink of nesquik.

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