by PanzerFaust » Thu Dec 01, 2005 12:51 am
I cannot go.
I'll be stomping kittens that day. All day long, stomping kittens. Yes piling kittens into burlap bags and stomping them. I love to stomp me some kittens. Their little "mews" and the snap snap snapping sound of their little bones is music to my ears. Yes I love stomping kittens in burlap bags. I do so enjoy the stomp stomp stomping of kittens. in burlap bags.
I might take a break once in a while to bathe in their blood, and masturbate myself to ejaculation all over the crimson soaked burlap sack of stomped kittens, but after that it's right back to stomping kittens. in burlap bags. Yes I shall return to my stomping of kittens in burlap bags. They will be in the burlap bags and I will be stomping them and stomping them.
My feet get tired sometimes from stomping too much and I am forced to beat the kittens in the burlap bag. I am forced to beat them with a pitching wedge. I beat the kittens in the burlap bag with the pitching wedge, the wet smacking sound is music to my ears. I beat the already stomped kittens with the pitching wedge whilst they are, already stomped, inside the burlap bag. When my feet have rested some I can return to stomping the kittens. The kittens in the burlap bag must be stomped well and thouroghly. Continuiously stomping them is the only way to achieve this.
Sometimes my socks become so weighed down with crimson kitten goo that I can hardly lift them. It's at times like these that I must change my socks for fresh ones before I may resume stomping kittens. I do love stomping kittens in fresh socks.
"Why?", you ask, "oh god, why would Childs stomp kittens piled into a burlap bag? Why would he stomp them?".
Because the kittens need to be stomped, that's FUCKIN WHY!!!
j/k I'll be there.