The eight beautiful Sirens lie on the rocky shore giggling together. Their mother has just warned them that visitors are approaching.
‘I can’t wait for them to come. They may be cross though… Do you think they’ll spank us?’
‘Well you’ve been ever so naughty. Perhaps they’ll spank us all… And then do as they like with us!’
‘Yes, we all deserve a good spanking!’
Tossing back their luxurious long hair, their laughter rings merrily across the water.
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Hmm... There's something strangely familiar about these Sirens...
They make me think of large snakes named Monty and cups touched by the hand of God himself...
Hee hee!
:)
Durin examines the shape of Sirenity Island on their map. He wonders aloud about the nature of its inhabitants: "Provided that they're not evil, godless giants, whoever lives there must have a lonely life -- their days are probably spent bathing, dressing, undressing, and making exciting underwear...they're probably just not used to handsome adventurers and mercenaries like ourselves." Stroking his beard, he laughs heartily and then provokes the gods even further. "Well, it can't be worse than the last island we landed on!"
So...we are sending in Eolar first, then?
No problem! He'll sort them out! :) If they start to sing I'll call them evil
I can't believe you killed seven of those beautiful creatures...
Three of them while shagging!
Thesis and Durin must be gay for eachother!
;)
It was a good question Josh asked though:
Where were they keeping those javalins?
No, a good question would be: Do we REALLY want to know ;-)
Maybe they should've tried talking to us first! If they'd done that, they wouldn't have needed to resort to the magical equivalent of a roofie (rohypnol) cocktail!
They spoke the language of Love.
;)
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