Young Axl Rose and Cake Cream in 2022! :D

[Tasha]

After going to Denny's, they went back to the Hilton Hotel and already, the Rebecca Martin vs Mike Smith case was already going viral.

People were saying stuff like,"Wow, Rebecca Martin is a LIAR, Claiming that Mike sexually assaulted her when all he did was kiss her. She REALLY should have just said," Mike kissed me when we were both five, without my permission. What she ACTUALLY said made it seem more like he straight up RAPED her, not merely kissed her. Rebecca knew what she was doing with that claim. Poor Mike, at 26 getting dragged through the mud for a kiss he gave at five years old, 21 years ago.

Cake Cream and Axl were happy with the support that Mike was getting. Mike said, "Thank you Axl for being such a good Lawyer to all of us." Billy, Andy, James, and Jimmy all backed up Mike.

Axl shyly blushed and welcomed Mike. He thanked Billy, James, Jimmy, and Andy for what they said. They all welcomed him.

Rebecca Martin was now in jail for committing Perjury, Mike didn't have to payout $20 Million, and he wasn't going to Prison. Life was looking up for Cake Cream.

Axl said,"We always persevere through the bad times," Axl reminded Cake Cream happily.

They all happily backed him up.

Billy and Axl went to their bedroom and made out and cuddled, happy that Mike beat his Trial. They told each other they loved each other and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, James, Andy, Mike, and Jimmy chatted about how happy they were that Mike beat his Trial.

Mike said,"Thank God Axl talked me out of just straight up paying Rebecca $20 Million to get her to leave me alone. It would have been a HUGE mistake. I'm also glad that Axl didn't fire me from Cake Cream like those haters wanted him to do."

Jimmy said,"Axl's a good Lawyer , a good Manager, and a good Friend." Everyone backed up Jimmy.

Andy said,"I can't believe I tried to sell out Axl for just $1,000/$5,000. And then stole $1.6 Billion from you guys. I'm truly sorry."

Mike, James, and Jimmy all said they knew that Andy was sorry for what he did. They all told them they loved him like a Brother.

Andy smiled happily, happy that he had five Brothers who all loved him and vice versa.

Mike said,"Hopefully with me beating my Trial, I will no longer be called a Rapist.

Jimmy and James were like,"Yeah, being called a Rapist is no fun. They looked at each other awkwardly, remembering Allison accusing them of raping her, and the rift she caused in their Friendship.

Mike said,"And now both Allison and Rebecca are in jail for their lying actions, good riddance to them both!" Everyone was happy that both of these lying Women were behind bars.

Andy said,"I'm glad that Allison and Rebecca are no longer a threat. I just wish Matthew was in jail too. He betrayed me for $20 Million, the exact same amount that Rebecca tried to sue Mike for."

James, Jimmy, and Mike consoled Andy over the soul crushing betrayal that Matthew did to him.

Andy smiled at the support of his Brothers. Andy was truly happy with his five Brothers. Andy, James, Jimmy, and Mike all chatted and chilled more and then went to sleep.

[MisterV]

It was the opening of the Election Fraud trial; the defendant was snoozing and farting up a stink storm while his attorney stood and began his opening statement to the jury.

"My client cannot be guilty of stealing the election because he is not really whom the prosecution claims he is. Thank you."

Axl sat while his client snored.

Surprised but undaunted, the prosecution put on witness after witness to prove that Axl's client conspired to steal the 2020 election; Axl asked no questions of cross examination, he merely smiled like the cat who ate the cream.

When the government rested their case, Axl put on his only witness: his client.

"Sir, what is your name?"

"I go by many names. I prefer Jesus the best, but that would not be my real name."

"What is your real name?"

The defendant smirked, farted loudly enough to echo in the courtroom and said "You know who I am: we're kindred souls."

At this the jurors put down their phones, needlepoint and kindles and paid attention...

"We are both men from earlier times, Axl: doppelgangers. Just as you are a double from the past, so am I, with one difference: I chose to change my appearance."

"Who was your forebearer? Who are you, really?"

A loud fart permeated the courtroom, then "Adolph Hitler."

Immediately the disclosure went viral; "That explains a LOT" said Joe Biden.

Within hours the MAGA dolts donated six billion dollars to aid Mr. Hitler in his attempt to become Der Fuhrer of the USA.

"MAGA: Make America German Again."

[Tasha]

It was the opening of the Election Fraud trial; the defendant was snoozing and farting up a stink storm while his attorney stood and began his opening statement to the jury.

"My client cannot be guilty of stealing the election because he is not really whom the prosecution claims he is. Thank you."

Axl sat while his client snored.

Surprised but undaunted, the prosecution put on witness after witness to prove that Axl's client conspired to steal the 2020 election; Axl asked no questions of cross examination, he merely smiled like the cat who ate the cream.

When the government rested their case, Axl put on his only witness: his client.

"Sir, what is your name?"

"I go by many names. I prefer Jesus the best, but that would not be my real name."

"What is your real name?"

The defendant smirked, farted loudly enough to echo in the courtroom and said "You know who I am: we're kindred souls."

At this the jurors put down their phones, needlepoint and kindles and paid attention...

"We are both men from earlier times, Axl: doppelgangers. Just as you are a double from the past, so am I, with one difference: I chose to change my appearance."

"Who was your forebearer? Who are you, really?"

A loud fart permeated the courtroom, then "Adolph Hitler."

Immediately the disclosure went viral; "That explains a LOT" said Joe Biden.

Within hours the MAGA dolts donated six billion dollars to aid Mr. Hitler in his attempt to become Der Fuhrer of the USA.

"MAGA: Make America German Again."

I laughed out loud at the "Make America German Again!" LMAO!

[Garnabby]

I love the anagrams with gematria to do with God and/or death. Ha.

Oh; I didn't know that. Gee, is that how god makes black people?

--->

The Kids in the Hall: Death Comes to Town.

Woe to Thee O Land Whose King Is a Child.

https://anagram-solver.net/Oh,%20I%2...e?partial=true

First, Death (clad in biker boots, a hooded cape and very brief briefs) gets off a bus in Shuckton, Ontario, Canada, and takes off on a bicycle. A short time later, the suburban town is rocked to its core when the mayor's dead body is found stuffed into his mailbox. Everyone is a suspect in the murder, and comedy troupe Kids in the Hall is on hand to contribute to the mayhem.

Ecclesiastes 10:16-17 provides wisdom about the impact of leadership on a nation's well-being and the importance of moderation and wisdom in personal conduct. It serves as a reminder of the significance of wise and capable leaders and the influence of their behavior on society.

10:17 = 10: (16 + 1) ---> 116/1 ---> 911, when read in reverse, with 1/116 ---> 911.

[pinchingyourballs]

After going to Denny's, they went back to the Hilton Hotel and got in position for the fart sniffing circle. Each band member, belly full of hot Denny's breakfast gas, knelt on the floor with nose pressed against the buttocks of the bandmate in front of him. On the count of three, they bowed their backs and pushed out a rancid bark of hot wind that burned the end of their sphincters and their nostrils. Soon the air inside the small hotel room was damp and hazy with flatulence.

People were saying stuff like,"Wow, I can't believe farts are back on the menu."

Cake Cream and Axl were happy with the support that Mike was getting to explore his gassy side. Mike said, "Thank you Axl for letting me do a little heinous anus in your face while Billy, Andy, James, and Jimmy sucked me off!"

Axl shyly blushed and welcomed Mike. He thanked Billy, James, Jimmy, and Andy for giving Mike a hummer so good it relaxed his bowels.

Apropos of nothing, Some chick named Rebecca Martin was now in jail for writing terrible fan fiction about Axl Rose. Mike said,"Thank God Axl talked me out of just straight up paying Rebecca $20 Million to stop writing about me farting and getting hummers in the DQ bathroom. It would have been a HUGE mistake.

Mike said,"Hopefully with me beating my rapist to death with a frozen calzone, I will no longer be called a trial.

Jimmy and James were like,"Yeah, being called a trial is no fun. They looked at each other awkwardly, remembering Allison accusing them of being trials, and the rift she caused in their Friendship. Andy was truly happy with his five Brothers. Andy, James, Jimmy, and Mike all chatted and chilled more and then went to sleep.

At about 3:00 AM, they were awoken by the sound of Axl screaming his nuts off. Mike spat out James's cock and ran to flip on the light switch. Axl stood in the middle of the room bare ass naked with a scorpion dangling from his nutsack.

[MisterV]

Andy screamed "Get your claws off of my man's balls, you hellish crustacean."

Axl's screams started to "strobe" like a European siren.

Thnking quickly, Andy ran back to their bedroom and grabbed Orville, their trained gerbil, and held the squirming mammal to his lover's testes: never a gerbil to pass up a free meal (or a bath to remove the feces and stench) Orville quickly ate the offending scorpion then let out a gerbilish fart of contentment.

Axl panted heavily, and upon recovering he thanked both Andy and Orville for removing the scorpion from his nutsack; he was welcomed; they shook hands / paws, fist-bumped / paw-bumped, then simultaneously slapped / scratched each other silly.

"Man, I want a strawberry blizzard, but DQ isn't open yet."

"They make good blizzards at the casino down the block."

"Let's go...to infinity, and beyond..."

Cake Cream brayed and farted toots of pleasure at the prospect; they left the Hilton and pogoed to the casino.

It was while consuming their frosty dairy treats that they saw a sight that forever seared their eyeballs: a middle-aged woman with the most hideous handbag imaginable took a shit on the chair of the Regal Riches slot she was playing; she grabbed a handful and began to "paint" images of high heels on the machine, all the while mumbling "Mama needs new shoes."

Security soon arrived; confrontation and denial led to fisticuffs and the wannabe Renoir received a broken arm instead of a new pair of Ferragamos.

As she was being led away the wounded fecal painter yelled "Hey assholes, don't forget my box of Popeyes fried chicken."

This sight caused the wannabe-attorney in Axl to tell Cake Cream "Stay here, boys...that poor, starving, misunderstood and oppressed black woman with a handbag from hell needs all the help that my keen legal mind can give her. Remember, black lives matter."

Axl followed the confederacy of dunces into the back room: that is when and where the "fun" REALLY started...

[pinchingyourballs]

The back room was tastefully appointed with preschool-style furniture made bigger for adults. The fecal artist sat on a particularly bright orange chair at a table that was set with markers and coloring pages. Axl was confused by the casino staff whose moods had dramatically softened.

"Are you going to call the cops on my client?" Axl asked

"No. We want to hire her to paint a mural on a new property we're developing. We need to commission a local black artist, and we have a feeling your client will only require free play as compensation."

Axl pondered over the intriguing proposition. He turned to look at his client, coloring happily with a collection of brown and tan markers and crayons.

"Will my client have to provider her own...uh... art supplies?"

"We will provide her with paint. Unfortunately local health code prohibits using poop as an outdoor mural medium."

"She will sign on one condition," Axl said with an air of pomposity he had learned from watching old courtroom dramas. "My client insists that the band Cake Cream play on the night of the grand opening, and that you will pay them whatever their appearance fee is." Axl smirked. I'm gonna charge these guys one million strawberry blizzards, he mused.

[MisterV]

It was at that moment that the door opened and the casino's legal counsel entered the room; he was quickly brought up to speed.

"Are you the Axl I've been reading about at VCT?"

Blushing, Axl admitted that was so.

"And you're a member of Cake Cream, are you not?"

Axl nodded cautiously while a redolent squeaker quietly snuck out of his butt cheeks.

"Then you cannot ethically request that Cake Cream play as a condition of settling this matter; you are a member, that is prohibited self-dealing and a conflict of interest."

Axl was clueless as to ethics and it showed.

"Well then, we have no deal."

"Fine. Boys, call the police and have them arrest this wretched woman for smearing her shit all over our Regal Riches machine. Then go down to the homeless camps and find another black person to do our artwork; offer a bucket of KFC and a bottle of MD-20-20 as the fee."

At this the suspect turned to Axl and said "Motherfucker, you damned well better straighten this out or else I'll sic a mess of 'hood rats on you, and believe me that is not something to look forward to."

Axl's bowels began to liquify; he reached back into the depths of his memory and soon recalled some of the fancy legal terms he'd learned over the years from binge watching Perry Mason and LA Law.

"Such a condition precedent is not unreasonable; you are estopped from asserting a contrary position due to our detrimental reliance. The rule of Shelley's case..." and he rambled on mindlessly for five minutes, saying nothing of value.

As he finished with a flourish and a fart two cops came in, cuffed his client and hauled her away, kicking and screaming "Where's my fucking chicken?"

[Garnabby]

Hmm. Looks like ILoveBigKnockers is back. Ha.


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I also think that pinchingyourballs is Ilovebigknockers.

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I also think that pinchingyourballs is Ilovebigknockers.

I think it's his brother posting under his account.

[Garnabby]

I love the anagrams with gematria to do with God and/or death. Ha.

Oh; I didn't know that. Gee, is that how god makes black people?

--->

The Kids in the Hall: Death Comes to Town.

Woe to Thee O Land Whose King Is a Child.

https://anagram-solver.net/Oh,%20I%2...e?partial=true

First, Death (clad in biker boots, a hooded cape and very brief briefs) gets off a bus in Shuckton, Ontario, Canada, and takes off on a bicycle. A short time later, the suburban town is rocked to its core when the mayor's dead body is found stuffed into his mailbox. Everyone is a suspect in the murder, and comedy troupe Kids in the Hall is on hand to contribute to the mayhem.

Ecclesiastes 10:16-17 provides wisdom about the impact of leadership on a nation's well-being and the importance of moderation and wisdom in personal conduct. It serves as a reminder of the significance of wise and capable leaders and the influence of their behavior on society.

10:17 = 10: (16 + 1) ---> 116/1 ---> 911, when read in reverse, with 1/116 ---> 911.

What's really neat, in my post above, is that I love (big knockers) came back, to us, in the very next post. Ha.

And, that the two anagram solutions above work out to each other, when reversed. Kids, to child; death, to woe; town, to land; and, Kingdom Hall, to king.

Well, he said that #137 was his last post. But, not that it was his final post. (If I recall.)

[pinchingyourballs]

After Axl's short-lived adventure as counsel to a muralist of short-lived success, he went back to the room to find his bandmates. His little detour had given him a great idea for a new business. He opened the door to his luxurious penthouse suite and was immediately hit with the stench of hot frozen pizza farts tinged with fermented vegetables. He mentally congratulated the boys on having some salad with their meals for a change. Real salad, that is, not "tossed salad."

"Boys!" Axl barked with his mouth. He then barked with his anus before continuing, "We're going to start our own preschool!"

"I'm great with kids," replied Andy, blushing shyly.

"Me too," Mike joined in. "Remember the time we accidentally conjured 5-year-old John Fogerty and promptly returned him to present-day John Fogerty?"

Axl had indeed forgotten that brief chapter in this hideous fan fiction. No matter. They needed to come up with a great name for their posh high-end preschool, and more importantly needed to attract a wealthy clientele. Rich people will pay more for fancy private preschool than for college. Axl espied Jimmy looking contemplative. "What's on your mind Jimmy?"

"I actually never went to preschool or kindergarten or 1st grade or 2nd grade or 3rd grade or 4th grade or 5th grade or 6th grade or--"

Axl cut him off sharply and barked, "You could have just said you never went to school, fool!"

"Yeah, I never went to school. I was wondering..." Jimmy blushed shyly before continuing, "...could I be enrolled as your first student?"

[pinchingyourballs]

Axl just then got a better idea than starting his own chain of pricey preschools. "Change of plans boys! We're going to homeschool Jimmy from pre-k to 12th grade, AND we're going to film it and sell it as a reality show to Netflix!"

Cake Cream all shook hands and thanked and welcomed one another for this brilliant idea.

[MisterV]

Axl had his fellow "teachers" tie up and truss Jimmy and pull down his fart-stained sweats.

"Jimmy, it is now time for your first lesson in home school Sex Ed, to wit: 'Sex before eight or else it's too late' ."

Cake Cream "creamed" Jimmy repeatedly and quite brutally but he soon learned to like it and quickly became an avid pupil.

[pinchingyourballs]

Tasha ripped the page from the typewriter and read it aloud to her goldfish. When she finished, the poor fish turned belly up and floated to the top of the bowl like a turd after a greasy meal of Chinese food. "Whew, all that butt stuff is too nasty, even for Goldie!" she cried. "I need to clear my head with a wholesome, family friendly activity." With that, she hopped on the next bus headed to Target. Once inside the store she blindly grabbed a bunch of items off the XXL clearance rack and headed to the dressing rooms with her bounty. Once safely ensconced in the 2' by 2' cell they had the nerve to call a "room," Tasha set to work laying a hot brownie inside each article of clothing. She heard a knock at the door of her cell.

A slightly muffled and timid voice asked, "Everything all right in there, ma'am? Some customers are complaining about a smell."

Tasha racked her brain for a lie to tell the Target employee, but she was unable to get out of Walgreen's employee mode and mistakenly replied, "Sir, please do not poop on the merchandise."

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to exit the dressing room NOW!" barked a much less friendly voice. Ah shit, mused Tasha.

[MisterV]

Jimmy went to Target to buy some Calmoseptine to soothe his ravaged anus.

While he crouched lurking in the bra section he espied a woman with a hideous handbag being detained by an acne-scarred clerk.

"Let me take care of this" Jimmy said, shooing the clerk away and taking charge.

Tasha Karen sobbed "Oh it's just a little poop stain...what's wrong with a little poop stain?"

At than moment Jimmy realized he found the perfect subject for his upcoming home-school show and tell.

"I agree, lady...nothing wrong with it at all. In fact some think farts are wonderful."

They looked deeply into each other's eyes and let loose wall rattling eructations simultaneously.

Wow...

They adjourned to DQ and over scrumptious strawberry blizzards agreed that she would indeed follow him to his luxurious suite and regale the lads with tales of fecal derring-do, surreptitious skid marking and odiferous shit staining.

[Tasha]

You guys have completely ruined my Fictional Axl Rose story.

[MisterV]

You guys have completely ruined my Fictional Axl Rose story.

No, not "completely"...not yet, anyway.

Keep posting more chapters and watch the unraveling continue at an epic pace.

I mean, watch us playfully run with it.

Yeah, that's what I meant to say...

[pinchingyourballs]

Jimmy was nervous about taking a woman up to the luxurious penthouse suite at the James L Knight Center. Instead of taking the elevator up to the top to the luxurious penthouse suite at the James L Knight Center, he decided he and his companion could use the exercise after all those blizzards, so they took the stairs, which increased the total length of their trek by 2.68545200106530644530971483548179569382%. While in the stairwell at the James L Knight Center, the unlikely duo passed a disheveled man with stained clothing and an odd metallic smell about his person who was going down. The man could be heard muttering under his breath that every natural number is the sum of at most four squares and at most nine cubes. When he passed, Tasha remarked,

"That man stank worse than my step mama coochie after she go for her run."

"Indeed," agreed James. To make his companion more comfortable he let rip a rancid strawberry and dairy toot that quickly filled the stairwell and covered up the odd stench of the odd man. The hiked up the stairwell at a leisurely pace, only stopping when Tasha slipped on some ketchup.

"That so nasty. Why people gotta be eating they hot dogs and fries in the stairwell at the James L Knight Center?"

"Indeed," agreed James. James noticed more ketchup and barbecue sauce smears the higher up they went toward the luxurious penthouse suite at the James L Knight Center. When they finally reached the door of their luxurious penthouse suite at the James L Knight Center, James was appalled to discover the carpet outside their door stained and wet with grape juice or red wine. The boys are so messy, he mused.

Upon turning the key in the knob and opening the high-security door, he let out a shriek. The boys were lying face down in pools of ketchup, barbecue sauce, grape juice, and red wine.

"Get up and clean up this mess!" he shouted from the doorway. He felt Tasha put a hand on his shoulder.

"Jimmy, they's dead. All them sauces we seen in the stairwell was blood. I think that weird dude we passed might have kilt your boys."