'Twas was a dark and cold night on Mr Grinch's mountain. "Damn it Max turn the wind down," he scolded as his dog with his quivering bootyhole backed into a corner.
"Oh Max, you little slut," said Mr. Grinch, "If you don't get your sweet ass over here I'll burn you and snort your remains." Max scooted away from the Grinch, his body trembling. He knew he was a bad boy. The baddest of boys. He wasn't sure if his ass could take another pounding. Max was an all natural thicc doggy.
"Well, Max, what's it gonna be?" Mr. Grinch seductively whispered. "Intercourse or DEATH?" Max let out a low growl and backed farther into the corner. "I see how it is." Mr Grinch spat as he dramatically turned away. "I gain a little weight and now you won't let me insert my pp." He pulled a lighter out of his massive uncircumcised penis. Then threw the lighter into the fireplace. It erupted into flames and Max shivered.
"This ought to teach you..." he began to walk over to the poor pooch. Max didn't fight back, this is what he had craved all along. The sweet release of death. Finally, freedom.
A/N: im sorry.
