Airborne
“Mr. President, I have bad news,” his assistant said.
“It’s airborne, isn’t it?” The POTUS replied.
“Yes and the dispersion rate’s exceeding our worst expectations. We may already have been exposed.”
“Fuck! Who invented this hypnotic sissy virus anyway?”
“Your wife, Sir. May I suck your cock now?”
The President blushed. The First Lady laughed.
A silly impromptu that came to me after seeing a news piece about the most recent measles outbreak in the USA, go figure! It’s certainly a serious affair, one that shouldn’t have been happening all over again after its supposed eradication at the turn of the century and I can only hope it’s controlled before long.
I invented my own virus after seeing that news piece. This is cheesy humor through and through. I know some of you would love to be “infected” by it, and so do you.
The Vanishing
“What’s wrong, Greg?” Dan asked.
“My cock disappeared.”
“Who told you such nonsense?”
“Jodie, and since she’s always right…”
“She’s not. She’s a hypnotist that loves to mess with your head. Stand your ground and tell her your manhood is off-limits.”
“I don’t have your balls.”
“Don’t have them either.”
“No?”
“No. They disappea… fuck!”
Another random impromptu but this time I have no idea where it came from. It just did. Perceptions are still a funny thing though.
I suppose the most important thing of today’s entry is that, by writing it, I’ve completed 40 consecutive months of this challenge already. Let’s reach 48, shall we?