Gorkle Forkle Morkle & Rúmpeles Tíjeles

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Gorkle Forkle Morkle lived in the Englich city of Folkestowe, she was a fairy, a little bit fat, and a little bit short, her buddy was a wizzardo called Rúmpeles Tíjeles, and they both liwed in the Englich city called Folkestowe.

Gorkle Forkle Morkle used to wear a flamboyant Summer dress, which was very short, because she was very short (d'huh), and underneath the drezz she's got a white petticoat, milky white and airy, perfumed with singular potions.

Rúmpeles Tíjeles was extremely tall and thin, and sported a black beard and a cone on his head, like the magicians do, his beard was something strange, because it looked like a bläck mortadella, and Rúmpeles Tíjeles and Gorkle Forkle Morkle used to romp and sing joyful little tunes all over Folkestowe, and singing and humming by the near prayrye, too, and the flamboyant Summer dress of Gorkle Forkle Morkle got inflated like a parrashute when they jumped, because in Folkestowe is Summer all year.

And it's exactly HEREEE!:

Also they happily fornicated on the yellowish flowers of the prayrye, and every now and then Rúmpeles Tíjeles thrusted his cock of wizzard into the Gorkle Forkle Morkle's sweet pie.

And back and and back and forth and back and forth fucked her on the hylaryous prayrye, until Gorkle Forkle Morkle sighed something odd and glottal by her vocal cords like "Nyum...nyum..? AH!!-arrfffff!", and that meant that she had a good orgasm, and when he fucked her, back and forth back and forth and back and forth, the Gorkle Forkle Morkle's Summer dress swayed in the breeze all splashed in vaginnal juice like a crazy flagg.

One sunney afternoon Rúmpeles Tíjeles fucked the Gorkle Forkle Morkle's sweet pie with so much passyon and joy, that Gorkle Forkle Morkle died of emotion, in the middle of a multyple orgasms kollapse.

Her last scream was: "Ooohsonofabitch11!!!"

Rúmpeles Tíjeles stayed very sad for sömë yëärs, because he missed so much the Gorkle Forkle Morkle's sweet pie, and her flamboyant Summer dress, and her compani, and her perfumed milky petticoats, so that he fell into the addyctyon, and started smoking a dangerous drug called Papa, which was ymported from the Central African Empire.

To some extent smoking Papa saved hym, because he forggot about hys sadness, and about Gorkle Forkle Morkle, and about everything, because the Papa carbonyzed his brains and lobotomized him alive, but he didn't realize.

Rúmpeles Tíjeles abandoned the sorcellerie, and became a magnate dealing with Papa all over Englund, and also having contacts in Ewrope and with the Peruvian mystic Narco-Maoist Guerilla Sendero Luminoso, but still living in Folkestowe, no matter it's like the shittiest place on Earth, everything was ok, untyl one night, when Rúmpeles Tíjeles went to visit the tomb of Gorkle Forkle Morkle:

a skream of horreur escaped from his throat, his black beard of magician trembled like a saucisson in Auchan: what! Whathefuck!



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!









The tomb of Gorkle Forkle Morkle was open and empty

Because the tomb of Gorkle Forkle Morkle was empty and open!

Understand! The tomb of Gorkle Forkle Morkle was empty and empty!!
































And here the story is brusquely cut, like a salami in the night...


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