It was the last day of November, and Ernie was taking a walk to the pond. He knew his lover, Bert, would be there. Bert loved to watch the birds, and occasionally fed them bread crumbs—the best bread crumbs money could buy, as we all know the residents of Sesame Street have the priciest (but arguably greatest) bread of them all. Why wouldn't you desire to fuck up the feathered creatures' digestive systems?
Ernie strode over to Bert, and sat his plush arse down on the cold bench next to him. The wind blew, and Ernie burrowed his face into Bert's shoulder in an attempt to warm his freezing red Babybel cheese nose. "Oh, Ernie," Bert grumbled. "Can't you see that I'm trying to feed the birds?""Those ain't the same as pigeons, my bro slice brotha," said Ernie. He wrapped his arms around Bert."Stop," Bert commanded."Make me," Ernie replied with a wink. ;-)
(insert hot nose friction stuff)
