Ken wanted to give Hannah a wild streak, and he thought a cavegirl bra would do the trick. Unfortunately, he made it a little too authentic.
As soon as it appeared on her body, the rest of her clothes began to dissolve away, leaving only the bra and a tiger patterned loincloth. Instead of a handbag, she now held a wooden club.
"Hannah feel strange" she blurted out in a gruff voice, as her teeth took on a serious overbite.
Ken didn't like where this was headed. His dream date was de-volving right before his eyes. Her salon perfect updo began to unravel itself, becoming tangled and matted. Bushy and unkempt eyebrows sprouted from a protruding forehead. Her breasts had shrunken, her posture hunched over, and she smelled like shit. That's not a metaphor for smelling bad, she actually smelled like feces.
Her intellect was fading fast, but she was still a prostitute at heart. "Hannah give boom-boom!" she grunted, waving her club at the scraggly bush that covered her vagina. "Ken pay Hannah for boom-boom!"
This wouldn't do at all. Ken had heard people refer to wild sex as "monkey love", but this was way too literal. When the last sparkle of intelligence vanish from her eyes, he knew he had to do something, and fast. He raised his hand to peform another trick, but her instincts saw his hand motion as an attack. She shouted "UGH!!" and struck down his arm with her club.
Then...
Wed Mar 19 01:59:50 2008