So, with Arby 'n' the Chief over and my new game review show apparently tanking, I've made a significant career decision today. I've decided to write stories for young children. People have considered my subject matter too sensitive and extreme in the past, but I'm determined to prove them wrong by demonstrating my versatility! Let me know what you think, and please share it with your children. Love, Jon. Cuddles and the Kite A Children's Story Written by Jon Graham There once was a bright-eyed and delightfully fuzzy young rabbit named Cuddles. He lived in a cozy little wooden cottage in a beautiful meadow. One sunny morning, he awoke excitedly in his bed. His eyes darted to his rabbit calendar on the wall of his room. It was his birthday today! “Oh, boy!” Cuddles shouted joyously. With a happy bounce to his steps, he hippity-hopped his way out of bed, out of his room and down the stairs in the cutest way possible. At the foot of the stairs, he found his mother and father waiting for him. “Happy birthday, Cuddles!” they exclaimed at once. Cuddles’ mother was holding a gift. Cuddles beamed. She handed him the gift. He looked at it as if unwrapping it with his eyes. “Go on,” his father said. “Open it!” Cuddles opened the gift excitedly. Inside, he found a kite. “Golly, a kite!” He blurted out with glee. “A kite of my very own!” Cuddles’ parents exchanged smiles and loving nuzzles. His mother then gave him a light, encouraging nudge towards the front door of the cottage. “Go outside and play, Cuddles!” she said. “Just be back before it gets dark!” Cuddles, hugging his new kite as if it were the most precious thing in the world to him, giggled like mad as he hippity-hopped his way outside and across the meadow. “The breeze is just right!” Cuddles said to himself as he released his kite to the wind. It soared towards the bright blue sky and its fat, fluffy clouds. “This is my new favorite toy!” he said loudly, at the height of happiness. But then Cuddles suddenly lost his grip of the kite’s string, and the kite began to fly into the distance. “Oh, no!” Cuddles whined as he hippity-hopped after it. The kite then flew into the top of an enormous tree and got stuck. Cuddles hopped to a stop at the foot of the tree and looked up at his trapped kite. His eyes welled with tears. “My kite!” He croaked, his voice broken with grief. “How will I get it back?” An ear-piercing bang then echoed through the meadow, and Cuddles squealed in pain as his torso was suddenly blown apart by a speeding hollow-point bullet. The surrounding grass and flowers were showered with darkened blood and chunks of his entrails. Cuddles, only barely clinging to life, his limbs twitching ever so slightly and his eyes wide, teary and slowly being drained of life, fought and choked for every last bit of his breath as a hunter then emerged from the nearby woodland, jogging towards Cuddles as he reloaded his rifle and guffawed with twisted pleasure. He gazed hungrily at his downed prey before turning towards his two hunter friends who then also, in pursuit, scuttled into the meadow from the trees. “Hah!” The shooter shouted with pride. “Told you -blam!-ing -blam!- that I’d get him!” He then picked up Cuddles by his rear feet. Cuddles’ body dangled limply as the young rabbit continued to choke for air. With tremendous force and a loud grunt, the shooter then swung Cuddles over his head and cracked the bunny’s skull against a large rock. Cuddles’ neck snapped sickeningly and his skull was cracked wide open like a giant egg, causing his brain to plop out messily onto the grass like a yolk. The shooter then dropped Cuddle’s corpse and turned to face his two pals as they caught up to him. He proceeded to unfasten his belt, and then dropped his cargo pants and underwear. “Alright, a bet’s a bet,” he said. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” The two hunters groaned as they then got down on their knees. One of them cupped the shooter’s scrotum and sucked on his larger testicle, as the other ran his tongue up and down the length of the shooter's formidable, pulsating shaft and stuck his finger in his anus, sensually massaging his prostate. “Ah, yeah,” he moaned in pleasure. “Just like that, bitches. Just like that. You’re gonna make me cum so -blam!-ing hard.” It wasn’t long until he did, and Cuddles’ bloody, fractured face was splattered with a copious amount of semen. THE END Posted by Jon at 10:15 PM

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Did ya leave a pair of grey flip flops

> I was only nine years old >I loved Shrek so much, I owned all the movies and merchandise >I pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life I have been given >"Shrek is love", I say, "Shrek is life" >My dad hears me and calls me a -blam!- > He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Shrek >I called him a -blam!- > He slaps me and sends me to my room > I am crying now, because my face hurts > I go into my bed and it is very cold >I feel a warmth moving towards me > I fell something touch me > It's Shrek > I am so happy > he whispers into my ear, "This is my swamp" > He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees > I'm ready > I spread my ass cheeks for Shrek > He penetrates my butthole > It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek > I can feel my anus tearing as my eyes start to water > I push against his force > I want to please Shrek > He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love > My dad walks in > Shrek looks him deep in the eyes and says, "It's all ogre now" > Shrek leaves through my window Shrek is love, Shrek is life

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