Young Axl Rose and Cake Cream in 2022! :D

[ilovebigknockers]

Suddenly glass shards rained down into the center of the courtroom. Axl Rose, Esq. had opted for the dramatic entrance of busting through the skylight. He almost landed on KNKKT but luckily landed on a courtroom sketch artist instead. As he brushed debris from his rented suit, the bezel of an Audemars Piguet Royal Oak gleamed in the crisp, unfiltered sunlight. KNKKT, who had no knowledge of or interest in the engineering marvel of high-end automatic watches, was impressed by his purple rayon suit and puffy lime green pirate blouse. It perfectly matched her hideous handbag. She knew then and there it was a sign from the heavens that good things were coming her way.

"Your hon -- *beeeeeeeelch* -- or, this woman was not engaged in disorderly conduct. She was infact performing a sacred ritual c-store dance at the behest of her employer, one Mr. Rahul Patel. I call to the stand Mr. --"

Judge V. cut him off mid-sentence. "We have to do all the court-y stuff before you can call witnesses. This is not even a trial, just a preliminary hearing. Ah what the hell, let's just do the trial now so I can go home and drink some vodka-and-brownie-mix slurry.

Mr. Patel approached the judge and whispered "The longer this trial goes on, the more suspicious my wife will be that I have been intimate with Ms. KNKKT. Can we wrap this up quickly? For the love of Krishna nobody in my family can know that I hit that!"

Judge V. was sympathetic, for he too had regrettable hits.

"Ok KNKKT, I sentence you to one hour of community service, which you can serve any way your court-appointed counsel deems appropriate. NEXT!"

The next case on the docket was the quickie marriage of Axl Rose and some chick named Tasha McForumtroll. Once Judge V. pronounced them man and wife they immediately consummated their marriage on the floor of the courtroom, glass shards and all. There was not a dry eye in the house, mainly because KNKKT let rip toxic onion farts the whole fucking time. In post-coital bliss, Axl suddenly remembered that KNKKT was his personal slave for exactly one hour. He knew exactly how he would put his faithful servant to use.

[MisterV]

Judge V. watched the consumation from his aerie in the courtroom.

"Good thing the cameras are still rolling," he told his bailiff; "TMZ will pay a boatload for this."

He left the bench and took a few lines of good Peruvian flake in his chambers; his bailiff was doing Jaeger shots while stripping and getting on her hands and knees.

"It's good to be the judge" he mused while farting directly into his bailiff's face.

[MisterV]

Having stopped boning KNKKT, Axl had a profound realization.

He yelped "Hey, wait a minute, I'm gay."

Not having had sex since her father died, KNKKT said "No worries Axl baby...I'm trans."

Judge V. observed this exchange on the audio / video system which was recording this bizarre event for "posterity:" he sprinkled some more Peruvian flake onto his cock while his bailiff worked overtime huffing, puffing and blowing like a steam engine.

While Judge V. plummeted the recesses of his bailiff's gullet, Axl resumed plowing KNKKT's north forty, happy to learn that he was really fucking a man...sort of.

KNKKT's artificially constructed "vagina" queefed, moaned, and groaned until it fell apart catastrophically, causing massive amounts of blood to gush onto the linoleum; "That's the last time I'll go to Tijuana for this shit" she mused before passing out from blood loss.

Judge V. viewed the catastrophe unfolding in his courtroom: instinctively he grabbed a copy of Black's Law Dictionary, ran into the courtroom and stuffed it into KNKKT's cooter, staunching the flow and saving her / his / its/ their life.

EMT's arrived and took KNKKT away while Axl sipped a DQ strawberry blizzard he'd kept ready in a vacuum pot.

"Women, I mean men, I mean...oh who gives a shit, I'll fuck anybody anywhere."

[ilovebigknockers]

Tasha yanked the last page out of her magic typewriter and scribbled "THE END" at the bottom. Although her time-traveling Axl Rose novel was plotless and had at least three distinct writing styles, who was she to question the magic typewriter? Then, because her knowledge of the publishing world had stopped at 1993, she made 20 photocopies of the manuscript, stuffed them into large yellow envelopes, and mailed them to all the big NY publishing houses.

Tasha was blissfully unaware that the most recent owner of the magic typewriter -- Karice -- had not only an agent, but also a dozen short stories published in twee literary journals, and yet still couldn't find a publisher for over a year. Once Karice finally landed a book deal she was duty-bound to unload the magic typewriter onto its next master, which she did by tossing it over the roof of the Holiday Inn. Tasha had been the first (and only) witness to jump in the fountain to see what had made the big splash.

All that is to say, Tasha was out of her depth, but didn't know it yet. Weeks went by without a response from any publisher. Tasha did what any unreasonable no-talent writer would do: She made 40 more copies of her manuscript and booked the next flight to the Big Apple. She was going to personally hand deliver her manuscript to the big wigs. On the flight she was seated in the cheap seats and tried unsuccessfully to shmooze her way into a first class upgrade. The person she was seated next to kept blasting ass. Tasha, whose own belly was as turgid with gas as the other passengers, replied with her own voluminous toot. Soon the entire cabin was engaged in petty fart warfare, which increased pressure to such a degree that the plane exploded mid-air.

Luckily Tasha was a paranoid sort who always traveled with a parachute pack. She was the sole survivor of the crash and sold her story to Dateline for $2900. Time to hit the slots.

[ilovebigknockers]

After Tasha lost all her Dateline money on slots she headed to the liquor store to buy 30 lines of Pick 4 Straight. The cashier who printed out her tickets looked familiar, but not like anyone she had met in real life. No, he resembled a man who had lived in her imagination and on the keys of the magic typewriter: Billy.

No, it couldnt be, she mused. Billy was just a fictional character she had invented. She walked back to the store on the pretense of buying some scratch offs to get another good look at the cashier. To her shock he was outside taking his break, eating a slice of frozen pizza, DiGiorno to be sure.

Tasha ran back to her dingy studio apartment. She opened the dresser drawer where she kept all the photo copies of the manuscript and counted them. 11. She was certain there had been 12 in the drawer. Something sinister was afoot.

[ilovebigknockers]

To calm herself down, she logged on to the old lottery forum. To her surprise, there was a newish poster with some sort of cuckold fetish who was always getting ragged and dragged in the comments section of the lottery news forum. Wow, that poster is really getting ragged and dragged a lot for his nonstop cuck-posting, thought Tasha. Glad it's not me.

Trolling the lottery forum had long since lost its luster, so she turned on the tube. Nothing like televised small claims court hearings presided over by an irate judge. Her favorites were reruns of Judge Judy and the People's Court. To her surprise, there was a new show called "Judge Vaanavardawanabatt," which was stylized as "Judge V." because of the length and difficulty of pronunciation. Tasha rubbed her eyes and looked again. Just a coincidence, she mused, the Judge V. in my story is not vaguely South Asian. But just to be sure, she went back to the drawer to recount her manuscripts. 10. OMG WTF is happening?

[MisterV]

Tasha fled her fifth floor walk up to get a bucket of wings at Pop Eyes: ah, comfort food.

Walking back to her tenement she espied a group of fellows all carrying and slurping on DQ strawberry blizzards; they were led by a fellow who looked exactly like...no, it couldn't be.

Tasha increased the speed of her walk but alas in doing so she slipped on dog shit and tumbled ass over tea kettle onto the sidewalk; stunned she gasped in surprise when she espied the source of the slippery mound:



"Whoa...white people are weird, but at least they eat well" she thought as she stumbled back to her dank lair.

Tasha checked and...WTF?...only 9 manuscripts left.

She quickly logged in at her "shrinks' office," WoV, and posted at length about this mystery, asking for help: the typical response was "Have you considered killing yourself?"

Tasha cried woefully "I try so hard, why don't people LIKE ME?

'Twas but a brief existential pang: there were more wings left in the bucket and hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up, ate, and got ready for the day.

On Social Media, Cake Cream Fans were clamoring for another Cake Cream Show soon. Cake Cream and Axl all blushed happily. They put on bulletproof vests and motorcycle helmets and went to the James L Knight Center and Axl booked them for a Cake Cream show tomorrow. Fans were happy. Cake Cream and Axl went back to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite and watched Axl's first night with 2022 Guns N'Roses when he covered for Older Axl before most people knew who Axl REALLY was. Cake Cream and Axl all blushed happily watching Axl cover for Older Axl.

Cake Cream all were like,"Axl, you did a phenomenal job covering for Older Axl."

Axl blushed happily and said,"Well, Older Axl is literally the older version of me, so.... He laughed.

Cake Cream all laughed too.

James got a call from Melissa and happily answered it. Melissa and James chatted for a while and then hung up. James said to Cake Cream and Axl,"I'm going to the beach."

Cake Cream and Axl all said,"We're going to the beach with you."

James said,"I'm going to Disney World!"

Cake Cream and Axl all said,"We're going to Disney World with you!"

James said,"I'm going to Pizza Hut!"

Cake Cream and Axl all said,"We're going to Pizza Hut with you!"

James said,"I'm going to the gym!"

Cake Cream and Axl all said,"We're going to the gym with you!"

James said,"I'm going to the Circus!"

Cake Cream and Axl all said,"We're going to the Circus with you!"

James said," Okay, okay, I'm going to Melissa's house!"

Cake Cream and Axl were all like,"Okay. Bye James, have fun."

James smiled and put on a bulletproof vest and a motorcycle helmet and left to go to Melissa's house.

Billy, Jimmy, Axl, Mike, and Andy stayed home and chilled in the Luxurious Penthouse Suite.

James went to Melissa's house and they made out in bed. James told Melissa he loved her and she said it back. The Fan was on and they literally laid in bed, chilling in more ways than one. They watched TV, cuddling and making out more. Melissa shyly asked him if he wanted to sleep over. James sheepishly said he'd love to, but he had a Cake Cream Show tomorrow. And he was the Lead Guitarist for Cake Cream.

Melissa asked,"What time is the Cake Cream Show tomorrow?"

James sheepishly said,"11 O'clock tomorrow morning."

Melissa said,"Can't you sleepover with me and just set your alarm for say 9 AM? You'll have two hours to get ready and go to the Cake Cream Show."

James replied,"That's a good idea!"

Melissa smiled and James set his alarm for 9 AM. He told Cake Cream and Axl that he was sleeping over at Melissa's house.

They all said,"Okay," but Axl reminded James that the Cake Cream show started at 11 O'clock the next morning and he needed to be there . James was like,"Okay."

James and Melissa hung out more, making out and chilling. They fell asleep.

The next day,"James woke up and saw in horror that it was 10:30 AM! He had missed his 9 AM alarm! No! He quickly got ready for the day and called a LYFT to Melissa's house. He and Melissa had a rushed goodbye and his LYFT came. He took the LYFT to the James L Knight Center and made it at exactly 10:58 . Axl said,"You cut it REALLY close, James. Like literally two minutes before the show. You really should work on that." Axl said in a serious Manager type of voice. Like the Manager he was. Billy, Mike, Jimmy, and Andy all backed up Axl.

James blushed shyly. The show started behind bulletproof plexiglass barriers and was really good. Cake Cream Fans cheered wildly. The final sendoff happened to even more wild cheering and the show was over. After the show, Cake Cream and Axl went to McDonald's and had a nice lunch. After McDonald's, they went back to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite and chilled and then went to sleep.

[ilovebigknockers]

James was as nervous as he had ever been in his life. Good! Use this nervous energy! he commanded himself. He breathed in and concentrated all his energy on his apple cheeks. Burn, baby, burn! he incanted. The flush was hotter than the flames when he had lit a match next to Axl's fart. Now flutter your eyelashes he reminded himself.

Today was the Blushing Shyly National Championship. James had been victorious in Florida Regional Blushing Shyly Invitational and now was ready to claim the national title. From there? The World Finals of Blushing Shyly, to be held in Antananarivo, Madagascar. According to the internet rumor mill, the top 2 favorites to win the world title were a 104-year-old Japanese man and a Peruvian midget living in the slums of Lima. But James was getting ahead of himself. In order to even have a chance at the world stage, he would need to beat his American rival, Karen Nathan. He wondered what KN was doing right now, and what sort of mental exercises she performed to perfect her shy blush.

James had been mentored by Axl Rose, who couldn't blush shyly very well himself, but was great at coming up with prompts that brought out the shyest blushing in James. For instance, one morning Axl had surprised James by showing up in his bedroom naked and farting louder than an elephant all while maintaining wood. James was very uncomfortable around erect older men, and thought farting was the funniest shit ever, so of course this display had him blushing shyly in a heartbeat.

[MisterV]

Karen Nathan gnawed well-seasoned, tasty muscle and sinew off the last Pop Eyes wing: "alright, time to practice Blushing Shyly."

She let loose a massive, long, droning fart, one for the ages...and began to blush.

"Bad girl" she scolded herself for farting; desiring to "kick it up a notch" Karen Nathan dropped a deuce into her yoga pants; the smell permeated to air to a redolent degree.

"Wicked girl" she admonished herself, her blushing deepening.

Of course Tasha could not actually SEE herself blush as her complexion was as black as India ink, but she KNEW she was blushing because every time she blushed her nipples leaked milk.

She garnered enough milk to make some cheese, then cleaned herself, dressed, and took a bus to the competition site at the James L. Knight center.

Karen Nathan was shocked upon entering the venue to see that James was already quite florrid, as red as a Sioux; "time to get to work" she concluded.

Chomping an apple fritter she'd kept in her hideous handbag, she focused on the one thing that ALWAYS made her blush shyly...her guilt over creating and posting under so many false socks.

"Oh, I've been a bad, bad girl..." she muttered while blushing oh so shyly; her nipples gushed milk and the judges quickly lapped it up, as always welcoming the "percs of the job."

[Tasha]

Early in the morning, Andy felt tremendous guilt over fucking over James, Jimmy, Billy, Mike, and Axl for money. He especially felt bad over fucking over Axl for money. Axl STILL protected Andy even after Andy had tried to sell him out for just $1,000/$5,000. Andy's guilt was eating him alive. Andy had thoughts of ending it all. Of Andy took a handful of sleeping pills and drank them, hoping to drift into a permanent sleep, never to wake up again.

Axl woke up a couple of minutes later, having an AWFUL feeling about Andy. He rushed to Andy's room and saw Andy sleeping. Something is REALLY wrong with Andy, Axl's gut instincts told him. He went to Andy and tried hard to wake him up. Andy didn't respond. Axl watched in complete horror as Andy's face begun to turn a dark purple. Axl's stomach turned to knots. He knew something just wasn't right with Andy. Axl then saw the sleeping pills Andy had taken. Basically the entire bottle was EMPTY. Axl had a VERY bad feeling about what happened. Axl called an ambulance for Andy and Paramedics soon came. They quickly attended to Andy.

Axl got Andy's insurance card, Andy's ID, Andy's cellphone, Andy's debit card,put shoes on himself, and Andy and got his cellphone, and his ID. The Paramedics put Andy on a stretcher and loaded him up into the ambulance. Axl went with him. Paramedics continued working on Andy. Axl cried and prayed to God to let Andy live.

At the hospital, Andy was immediately admitted to the ER and his stomach pumped. The sleeping pills were all taken out of his stomach. The Doctors said if Andy had come just a few minutes later, he most likely would have passed away. Axl thanked the Doctors for saving Andy's life and they welcomed him. Axl used Andy's debit card to pay for all expenses that occured in the hospital.

Andy woke up and was confused on why he was in a hospital. Axl cried in relief that Andy was still alive. The Doctors said that Andy would have to stay in the hospital for a day. Axl and Andy agreed.

Andy's phone rang and it was Billy wondering why Andy and Axl were at the local hospital.

Andy admitted he purposely overdosed on sleeping pills and was in a hospital.

Billy rushed over to the local hospital and went to the hospital to Billy cried, knowing that Andy, his best friend, had just attempted suicide.

Axl also cried knowing that Andy had just attempted suicide.

The Doctors suggested that Andy get psychiatric help ASAP. Axl as Andy's Power Of Attorney had the right to consent that Andy get psychiatric help ASAP.

Axl consented. Andy was soon put in psychiatric ward and doctors worked hard on him.

James, Jimmy, and Mike traced Andy, Billy, and Axl's cellphones to the local hospital and rushed over there. They all cried knowing that Andy had tried to commit suicide.

Andy was touched that his five brothers cared about him so much. He was glad that his suicidal attempt was unsuccessful.

Axl begged the doctors to not tell the Media that Andy had purposely overdosed on sleeping pills. Billy, Andy, James, Mike, and Billy all backed up Axl.

The Doctors agreed not to tell anyone that Andy had purposely overdosed on sleeping pills. Axl and all of Cake Cream breathed sighs of relief. The Doctors worked hard on Andy for the day and the very next day, Andy was cleared to go home. Andy, Billy, Mike, Axl, Jimmy, and James all went back to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite.

Andy opened up that he tried to commit suicide because of the tremendous guilt he felt over betraying them. He admitted he was glad that his suicide attempt failed.

Everybody told him that they were all glad the suicide attempt failed too.

Andy felt extremely loved. Andy went to sleep, a normal sleep, not a suicide attempt sleep.

Axl, Billy, James, Jimmy, and Mike decided to keep Andy's suicide attempt a secret. They didn't want the media knowing that Andy tried to kill himself. They chilled in the Luxurious Penthouse Suite. Billy offered to sleep in Andy's bed to try to protect Andy. Axl and the rest of Cake Cream thought this was a good idea. Billy went to Andy's bed and fell asleep next to him.

Andy woke up in the middle of the night and saw Billy sleeping next to him. Billy woke up just SECONDS after Andy did kind of like on cue.

Andy was glad that Billy was sleeping next to him. Billy said,"You really had us all scared, Andy."

Andy smiled shyly and said,"I'm glad I got saved before I could kill myself."

Billy said,"We're all glad too. We all love you, Andy, like Brothers.

Andy said,"I love you all too, like Brothers. I truly am sorry I fucked you guys all over for money.

Billy said,"We know. We all forgive you, Andy.

Billy and Andy smiled at each other. They both felt sleepy again and soon both fell asleep again.

[ilovebigknockers]

Tasha, maybe you could write more about Andy spending time in a residential treatment facility following his suicide attempt. While spending time apart from the gang he could meet new characters and have new interactions.

[MisterV]

While he slept, Cake Cream arranged to have Andy taken by private ambulance to a "sanitarium" upstate; upon being awakened by two large, burly attendants Andy vehemently objected but his pleas came to naught as...gasp...Axl had his Power Of Attorney.

It was early morning when Andy arrived at his new "home," and the birds were chirping, the bears were growling, the wolves were howling.

It was there that he met what would soon be his nemesis: Nurse Tashet, a rabid Cake Cream fan of Nubian ancestry.

"Oh...My...God..." she gushed upon seeing the latest arrival to her menagerie; "I can't wait to tell everybody on all my social media accounts who just came here for a Mind Squeeze."

The nurse was so overcome with untrammeled zeal that her bowels involuntarily evacuated, not that she noticed: she harbored rabid Fan Love and was as ecstatic as a Swifty espying a view of Taylor Swift during the Super Bowl.

In fact, she didn't wait: she went to the break room, removed her greasy phone from her hideous handbag (along with a couple wings....yum) and posted the info far and wide.

Within minutes the internet went crazy; it shook, it wheezed, it did cartwheels and finally the 'net let loose with a quasi-volcanic blast of swamp gas rivaling the Mt. St. Helens eruption.

Meanwhile Andy was given a massive dose of psilocybin mushrooms by his treating "shrink," who in fact was an imposter: his real name was "Skydance" and he was a devoted member of the Rainbow Gathering.

The fraud told Nurse Tashet that Andy was completely insane and that he needed massive doses of psychedelics in order to ground his unhinged mind.

"Only we can save this poor man" predicted the stoned imposter: "he needs all the drugs we can give him."

"Should I give him some of the LSD and ecstasy that I use when I play slots?"

"Absolutely, nurse: see if you can score some fentanyl while you're at it; with our efforts he'll soon be a changed man."

Nurse Tashet smiled, then belched out what smelled like fried chicken.

"Yes doctor, you're the boss."

"Indeed I am...Indeed I am...both a doctor and a boss."

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day.

Axl, Andy, James, Jimmy, Mike, and Billy all looked at each other awkwardly, all thinking about Andy's suicide attempt.

Axl said," We all agreed to be open with each other. "

Andy blushed shyly and Billy, Mike, James, and Jimmy backed up Axl.

Axl said, "If anyone of us is having bad feelings, we should let it be known within us." Axl looked at Andy intensely.

Andy's blush got even redder. Andy knew exactly what Axl was referring to. Andy couldn't believe he tried to commit suicide.

Billy said, "I'm really glad you're still alive," he said to Andy gratefully.

James, Jimmy, Axl, Mike, all backed up Billy.

Andy added, "I'm glad I'm still alive too."

James, Billy, Mike, Andy, Axl, and Axl all smiled.

Axl said seriously, "We cannot let Social Media find out that Andy tried to commit suicide. They'll have a field day with that one."

Everyone backed up Axl.

They mentioned that every Member of Cake Cream faced death.

Andy- Mark showed up with a gun to his room trying to use it on him. Andy nearly died from purposely overdosing on sleeping pills.

Axl- Got shot multiple times at a Cake Cream Concert by John. Got shot in his stomach by Mark, but came prepared and bullet ricocheted off of Axl and went to Mark instead.

Billy. Got shot in his stomach by Charles. Was sleeping when Mark accidentally caused a house fire. Nearly got strangled by John.

James. Went into a Coma at hospital after being hit in stomach by Jimmy.

Everybody. Nearly got bombed at a Cake Cream show by Martin.

They all were grateful they were all still alive.

They decided to stay in today and just chill. They wanted to just relax and work on their bond more. They chatted openly with each other and watched TV.

They ate and drank, chatting and watching more TV. They had fun just relaxing and hanging out with each other in the Luxurious Penthouse Suite.

It was time to get ready for bed. Andy went to his room and fell asleep soon.

Axl said to James, Jimmy, Mike, and Billy that Andy probably shouldn't be sleeping alone and one of them should go to sleep with Andy. Everyone agreed.

Jimmy agreed to go to sleep with Andy.

Everyone smiled.

Jimmy went to Andy's room and laid down next to him and fell asleep soon.

James and Mike went to their own bedrooms and fell asleep soon. Billy and Axl went to their bedroom, cuddled and made out and soon fell asleep.

[MisterV]

While the members of Cake Cream blissfully slept with images of DQ strawberry blizzards dancing in their heads, Tasha was staying up late yet again.

"Damn, I simply have to get it right this time" she thought; "My rep at WoV depends on me hitting it out of the park or those Math Boyz will nuke me again."

Although it was the middle of the night she was in the kitchen with a pile of cooked hamburgers, buns and various ingredients strewn on the folding card table she used as a butcher's block.

"I simply have to develop the best Burger King Whopper variation in the world" she sighed.

She had tried peanut butter, brocolli, wheat germ and kipper fish: nope.

She heard a "rap rap" on her kitchen door: it was Leroy, her Back Door Man making a booty call.

Tasha sighed: ,"A girl's gotta do..." then opened the door and let her paramour enter both her abode and her mouth.

Leroy was known for being "juicy" and this gave her an idea: "What if..."

So rather than spit it out down the drain she spit it into a Red Cup and it almost runneth over.

Leroy slapped her fat ass, farted loudly and left: Tasha then created her "masterpiece."

She festooned her burger with lettuce, tomato, dill pickle, cheddar cheese and a healthy dollop of Leroy, then tried it: delicious!

"I think BK will love this burger; they have lots of young men working there so there should be no problem getting a fresh supply."

She patted herself on the back using a greasy spatula then curled up in front of the TV and went to sleep.

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day.

On Social Media, Fans were clamoring for another Cake Cream Show soon.

Axl, Andy, Billy, James, Mike, and Jimmy all looked around awkwardly. Should they REALLY do a Cake Cream Show soon after Andy tried to commit suicide?

Andy said,"The Fans want a Cake Cream Show. We're working for the Fans, remember that."

James said,"But Andy, you just tried to commit suicide. Shouldn't we be more focused on your mental health than working for the Fans? Jimmy, Mike, Axl, and Billy all backed up James.

Andy said,"I'm going back to sleep." He started heading back to his room.

Axl, James, Jimmy, Mike, and Billy were immediately all alarmed.

We're all coming to your room with you! Billy, James, Jimmy, Mike, and Axl all said simultaneously.

Andy said,"Relax, I'm just going to normal sleep, not the suicide sleep I tried to do."

James, Axl, Mike, Jimmy, and Billy all looked around at each other and Andy still concerned.

Billy said,"I'm coming with you!"

Andy reluctantly allowed Billy to come to his room with him. Andy lied down in bed and Billy tucked him in as Andy smiled a little. Andy felt grateful he had five Brothers who loved him dearly. Billy lied next to Andy and they chatted about the good times Cake Cream and Axl had.

Billy said,"Remember the random wolf that came to see Cake Cream?"

Andy laughed and said,"That was funny. Remember Axl communicating with the Wolf?"

Billy laughed and said,"That was funny."

Billy smiled and said,"Remember my high school reunion? We all had such fun."

Andy responded with a smile,"We sure had fun at your high school reunion!"

Billy and Andy soon both fell asleep.

As they slept, Axl, James, Jimmy and Mike pondered what to do about Andy.

Axl said,"I can put Andy in a mental health hospital for a while. I feel he still needs mental help."

James, Jimmy, and Mike all agreed this was a good idea. Axl smiled and called a mental health hospital and told the Staff Member that he was sending Andy to the mental health hospital tomorrow. The mental health Staff Member and Axl made plans for Andy and soon said their goodbyes.

Axl, James , Jimmy and Mike watched TV and chilled. Soon, Mike, James, Axl, and Jimmy fell asleep themselves.

Billy and Andy woke up soon and chatted and watched TV.

Billy said,"One of the scariest and saddest moments of my life was when you tried to commit suicide."

Andy blushed and said,"I just felt so guilty about stealing the 1.6 Billion from you, Mike, James, and Jimmy and trying to give Axl over the Police for $1,000/$5,000 when he was a Fugitive."

Billy said,"You're so much more important to us than the money you stole and what you tried to get by attempting to sell out Axl. We all love you. And besides, you have is back all the money you stole and gave us extra.

Andy said,"I'm just to sorry I did all of that to you guys."

Billy said,"We know Andy. We know. Billy and Andy ate some lunch, watching more TV and chatting.

Andy tried to lighten the mood and decided to talk about Billy and Axl's relationship.

Billy's eyes lit up and he started gushing about Axl. Billy said,"I'm so glad Axl and I are dating. Axl's one of the most wonderful men I have ever met. We're truly deep in love.

Andy smiled. "You and Axl truly make a great couple. The love you guys have for each other is truly palpable. I truly wish I had a love like you too have."

Billy smiled. Axl, James, Jimmy, and Mike soon all woke up and they all just hung out and chilled. They had dinner and soon all went to sleep.

[ilovebigknockers]

The next day they woke up, ate breakfast and got ready for the day. They did a bunch of stuff that failed to further the plot, checked Instagram, and went to sleep.

The next day they woke up, ate breakfast, and got ready for the day. Just as they were about to commence dicking around, they espied something out of place in the foyer. On the wall were three paintings set in gold frames. They were portraits of Kim Il Sung, Kim Jong Il, and Kim Jong Un.

Axl barked to his roommates, "When did we convert from Judaism to Juche?"

Andy, who was completely naked, pondered this question while absentmindedly fiddling with his foreskin. "I don't think I was ever Jewish. But the Juche thing happened when we all moved to North Korea. Don't you remember Axl?"

Billy chimed in, "On social media our fans were clamoring for us to either commit suicide or move to the DPRK. We wisely chose the latter."

Axl farted quietly, hoping the others wouldn't hear. Unfortunately, the band's new Nork handler heard it. "Please sirs, audible farting is not permitted. Only our dear leader may fart out loud. If you like, we can tune the radio to channel 62, which plays our dear leader's farts 24/7.

Axl looked at the Kim paintings quizzically. "Which one of these fags is our dear leader?" The handler replied, "The fat one. Kim Jong Un is a big fan of Guns N'Roses and you have an audience with him today."

The gang got ready for their big meeting with Kim Jong Un. They practiced bowing deeply while holding an offering plate of 475664 Twinkies for their dear leader's insatiable appetite. Their handler stressed the importance of perfecting the Twinkie offering. "The last person to fuck up the Twinkie offering was his Uncle. Western intelligence agencies all assumed Un killed his uncle to consolidate power. The truth is Un simply ate his uncle right there on the spot because the Twinkie offering was no bueno."

[Garnabby]

I get a kick out of seeing how long the bouts of amateur scatology. But, the occasional odd numeral catches my eye.

475664 = 2^4 * 7 * 31 * 137 = 7*31 * (2^4 = 4^2) * 137 ---> 731__24_42__137 .

And, 475664 = (1000000 - 524336) = (1000000 - 2^4 * 32771) = [1000000 - 2^4 * (-1000 + 1 + 33770)] ---> 1 / 24__731_137_42 .

[MisterV]

Tasha sat in front of her PC and cried.

"Oh lord, why hath thou forsaken me?" she wailed amidst a thunderous cacophony of flatulence.

"Why doesn't my brain work better? Why does my story read as if it was written by an autistic Walgreen's clerk desperate for any sort of validation?"

She found scant consolation for her woe with a half package of Oreos; she elevated her game, espying and wolfing down a box of Pop Eye's chicken wings.

No joy.

"I'm just a no-talented pariah, mocked and laughed at no matter what I do or where I go."

Tasha sighed aloud at her Profound Realization, then returned to her keyboard.

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

[ilovebigknockers]

One year after failing to find a publisher for her Axl Rose epic, Tasha donated the magic typewriter to a school for disadvantaged youfs. The youf could really use a typewriter like this to write their book reports, Tasha mused. Or maybe a disasvantaged youf could use it to assault another disadvantaged youf, she mused. Either way, she was done with writing. She was set to start work as a cryptologist at the NSA.

On her first day at the NSA, Tasha was tasked with finding out everything she could about the number 123456.

"I think there's like a 90% chance it's even." Tasha reported to her supervisor Axl Rose, who had also gone through a late life career change. She prayed to Vishnu he never found out she had written a 1000 page gay romance novel about him.

Axl, who was no better at math than Tasha, said, "Good work kiddo. Try to find 2 more facts about this number so I can stretch it out into a 50 page report. You know, it's assignments like this that really make me wish I had a magic typewriter. Or access to Chat GPT. The NSA blocks it along with Facebook and WoV."

Tasha blushed shyly but wisely said nothing.

Without access to ChatGPT or WoV, Tasha opened Wolfram Alpha and entered 123456 in the search bar. She learned it was the most commonly played powerball combination and the number of times you can get pinched in the balls by a scorpion and still live.

"This job is easy," Tasha mused. Then she farted loudly in her cubicle, enjoying the curious cubicle acoustics that made it difficult for her colleagues to ascertain the location of the cheese cutter.