Name: Anonymous 2007-05-08 18:22 ID:D8O0pMIa
Foghorn Leghorn pulled the cord on the logging chainsaw with a heavy heart and a furrowed brow. Without hesitation, he placed himself in front of the chainsaw and quickly plunged its now wildly revving blade into his rectum.
Instantly, the whirring teeth rended his small, circular anus into a crimson fountain of gore and sinew. He held back innumerable screams as he continued to move his figure over the eviscerating psuedo-phallus. The blade grazed his prostate, spewing his seed nearly 3 meters behind him.
Aware that decades of careful planning was about to come into fruition, he immediately dismounted the chainsaw and ran to the place of his semen's landing. He kneaded and mixed the pulpy mixture into a 3-foot long rod, which he brandished threateningly at no one in particular.
Foghorn then dropped the rod and began to sob uncontrollably. He violently pounded his privates with his hammy, feathered fists and would not relent in this battery for several hours. When his tired and aching muscles would beget no more masochistic savagery, he gazed tearfully at his reproductive artifice, which was at this point little more than a bloody stump draped in torn and bruised flesh.
He walked until he found a stump from a recently cut tree. And there he sat down and slit his throat with a razor. Elmer Fudd walked out of the nearby brush and immediately was affixed to the sight of Foghorn's distended windpipe. He dropped his hunting fatigues, and immediately entered the tubelike organ, squealing in childlike glee as the rooster's parasites flooded his urethra.
Instantly, the whirring teeth rended his small, circular anus into a crimson fountain of gore and sinew. He held back innumerable screams as he continued to move his figure over the eviscerating psuedo-phallus. The blade grazed his prostate, spewing his seed nearly 3 meters behind him.
Aware that decades of careful planning was about to come into fruition, he immediately dismounted the chainsaw and ran to the place of his semen's landing. He kneaded and mixed the pulpy mixture into a 3-foot long rod, which he brandished threateningly at no one in particular.
Foghorn then dropped the rod and began to sob uncontrollably. He violently pounded his privates with his hammy, feathered fists and would not relent in this battery for several hours. When his tired and aching muscles would beget no more masochistic savagery, he gazed tearfully at his reproductive artifice, which was at this point little more than a bloody stump draped in torn and bruised flesh.
He walked until he found a stump from a recently cut tree. And there he sat down and slit his throat with a razor. Elmer Fudd walked out of the nearby brush and immediately was affixed to the sight of Foghorn's distended windpipe. He dropped his hunting fatigues, and immediately entered the tubelike organ, squealing in childlike glee as the rooster's parasites flooded his urethra.