Tall Tales with Short Cocks Vol. 3 by Arthur Graham

The pissy odour emanating from his ghastly pores told every demon in the office that he was panicking. Without even so much as trying to hide his disdain for hetero-demons, Arnaruch, almost laughing out loud, singled Val out: “Sweet zombie Jesus Christ, Valvollan, are you about to cry?” Arnaruch was now blatantly pointing across the office at him as he continued, “Demon the fuck up already the big man is only 11 minutes away!” “You fuckers can all go to heaven for all I care.” Valvollan found it hard to hold back the tears at this point. You could hear Arnaruch laughing in the distance. “I’m only one away from meeting my monthly quota. “HA! That’ll be the day,” laughed Tralvuraun. “Piss off Tralvuraun.” “I’m not in the mood for your dirty, sexy mouth right now,” snapped Valvollan.

He was the most open and, hands down, the gayest demon in the office. “Easy, big guy, do you want mommy to come over there and kiss it better for you?” Tralvuraun had just walked over in her sexy office pantsuit, which made all the men’s heads turn except Arnaruch. “You two are the bean counters down here! I’m the one who has to go out into the field and get shit done.” “Shut the fuck up, you ass-kissing sycophant.” snapped Valvollan. OK, a real company demon without a beating heart. He was always trying to smooth things over. “Not today, Bogok, not today,” Ogmon interjected. “What the fuck, Bogok?” Do you seriously think we don’t know? ” Valvollan responded, not even attempting to hide his disdain for Bogok. “The big man is here, and he’s not happy!” “Hey guys, did you hear the news?” hissed Bogok as his eyes darted from side to side. She could be a real fuck when she wanted to be. The head honcho was in town for his bimonthly assessment, and heads had already started rolling.īogok was slinking towards the water cooler, hoping the office manager, Girach, wouldn’t see him. It ended up being one of those shitfuck days that everybody in the office dreads. In a cheap hotel where hookers cost pennies, Some ripe, fleshy, putrid, lesbian pussy. Loafers and tenure and diarrhea down their legs Shopping mall roosters with perfect nosesĪcademics writing papers about reviving the male spirit Rebels, please, even our preachers have earringsĮverybody’s trying to sell their penny-sick soulsĮverybody’s trying to sell their dimestore doohickies Just look at the way we walk and talk andĮven our laughter is false and condescending Screws loose and heads fat as Thanksgiving turkeys Let’s not applaud wildly like soccer moms Let’s not stand up there and apologize for nonexistent

Tall Tales with Short Cocks Vol. 3 by Arthur Graham