Thomas was off flying through the truffle berries of depression. The kstress of not coming back in time forgotten. Thomas loved the feel of the wind the gas he could let out of his red thong without anyone here to hear the small whoosh if air. The many missed episodes of porn he could watch. He loved wanking in the air.
It was about 3:00 when Thomas heard the lightning Thunderstick was waving in the wind so he quickly put it away before he got hurt. Then out of no where a wild Slaybitch appeared.
