Manroots and honeypots and citadels, oh my!!!

Oh, Susan just did this so much better...

Oh, Do It Already

Cayenne stared up into the coal dark eyes of Drako. Soon they would be joined as man and woman had since time immemorial. They would begin the dance of love, a rhythm as ancient as the earth, as sacred as the tides, as…

“Calm yourself, my spicy one,” Drako mumbled. “There will be pain—and then there will only be the ecstasy of bliss. Yes, even this first time.”

“Do it, my strong gorgeous hero of a man,” she whispered. She gasped as Drako’s manroot penetrated her love grotto, a dragon in a dark cave. And breathing such sweet fire!

cheering and throwing confetti for Susan and Amy

Bravo! BRAVISSIMO!

The Case of the Putrid Procedural

Officer Flynn felt his gorge rise and he left his steak dinner in the gutter as he came upon the nubile teenaged corpse, a blonde angel with injuries he thought he had left in the verdant hell that was the Mekong Delta. Why was it always the pretty ones....she wasn’t that much older than his own daughter, Kathleen, who had become a stranger with either the phone stuck to her ear or a bong stuck in her mouth. Just another little girl looking for trouble, but this girl? Actually found it.

a blonde angel with injuries he thought he had left in the verdant hell that was the Mekong Delta

erika, close, but yours is still pretty good in other spots. You need to really try hard if you want to genuinely stink.

Maybe something like "Just another hot potato, looking for a hot date with trouble" at the end?

Guess I've been reading only *good* mysteries lately. mostly this is a good thing.

Let's not forget timeless children's literature:

Booblebear Explains It All For You

Horny Owl had to visit his sick mother. Booblebear was teaching the Sunday School lesson for the week. Booblebear did his best to answer questions according to the Big Book.

“Why is the sky blue, Booblebear?”

“Because God’s favorite color is blue, Christopher Bobbett.”

“Why is water so wet, Booblebear?”

“As the psalms tell us, Figger, so that we can slake our thirst and still stay pure as God intends us to.”

“Hey, Booblebear, where do babies come from?”

“Well, Sniglet, when a mommy’s honeypot and a daddy’s manroot find a cozy little citadel...”

“Well, Sniglet, when a mommy’s honeypot and a daddy’s manroot find a cozy little citadel...”

thunk

t snerks at Astarte

I love that, AmyLiz! Drako and Cayenne, indeed!

And erika, I've hardly ever read a police procedural, and that's still got me laughing aloud. Loved the bit where he reflects on his daughter.

(Did y'all notice how I used the wrong form of address for a duke?)

I started with the ending on that one.

I just felt so inspired, you know?

Doffing my hat to Susan.

Snerk.