Amaranthine/trumpet

Jensie the Zebra had always been strange. What with her history of climbing trees to eat bananas, diving headfirst into hippo-infested waters for a cooling dip, and the constant jazz trumpet sounds she made with her mouth while bathing, no one was really surprised when she fell in love with Langston the lion. After declaring her amaranthine love for him, everyone was less surprised after he accepted and then literally chewed her head off.

–Cindy Capleton

My amaranthine spirit shan’t be broken, my heart will still sing out like a triumphant trumpet, even if every work day commences with a subterranean poop sighting and ends with underground visions of cockroaches and rats dancing on its remnants.

-Gladys Potter

Lady Schwartz is humiliated to report that she neglected Secret Touchings on this day. Please view the following day’s post to see how she attempts to make up for it.

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3 Responses to Amaranthine/trumpet

  1. Dr Banana says:

    Oh my, could that boy blow. When he pressed his trumpet betwixt his butt cheeks and let rip, the sound would soar through your heart and soul creating the most amaranthine feeling of peace and good will to all men and rioters.

  2. Stay safe in the land of tea and crumpets, Banana!

  3. wrightless smalls says:

    The gorilla of pounding improvised, he longed to play the rusty trombone but instead found himself slobbering on the amaranthine trumpet, due to an unfortunate condition his partner suffered. Though the vaseline coating his sweet prince’s anal pore did dual work, relieving his ever chapped lips as well as soothing the inflamed labia of anni.

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