Someone sent me this a year ago. Sorry it took so long to come up with something. POOKIE’S
Someone sent me this a year ago. Sorry it took so long to come up with something. POOKIE’S WISHES >Good morning Pookie! How are you feeling? Hung over? “I don’t think so. I might still be a little bit drunk!. I thought vodka couldn’t get me drunk. Did you wish me drunk?” >No silly, I just wished you were extremely gullible. And vodka doesn’t get you drunk as long as you stand on one foot while you drink it. You obviously must have put your foot down at some point because you ended up drunk off your ass last night. “Oh. That’s right! It was because I was feeling all dizzy and losing my balance. I ‘member now. God, I’m such a bimbo!” >And a tasty little bimbo at that! I love the outfit, by the way. “God, really? Nothing I have even fits anymore since you wished all the fat on my thighs and belly to go to my tits and ass! My friends must have thought I was such a slut last night.” >Oh, maybe at first. By the time they left last night they were all falling out of what little they were still wearing and singing your praises. “Huh? Oh, yeah…I remember everybody got bigger titties last night and got drunk and horny and slutty. You wished for that, right?” >Oh no, Pookie! You wished that on your friends, not me. You didn’t really think I’d fall for that, did you? Are you trying to weasel out of our deal? “What. Oh god no…I just…I’m not thinking so clearly or remembering so good….what was our deal?” >Silly Pookie…I’ll make you a pitcher of mimosas later to help you clear your head. But our deal was that if you got to use the wishbone last night on all your friends, I would get to use it all day today. It’s only fair. You were really hogging it last night. “I was? I’m sorry! Are all my friends mad at me for making them bimbo sluts?” >Who could possibly be mad at you, Pookie! They all love you! They seem to especially love your ass! Speaking of which, keep an eye out for Cheryl’s wedding ring. She lost it at some point. “Oh…ok…so you get the wishbone all day…damn. It seems like you always get to use it! I hardly even remember my turns!” >Well, I guess you get so drunk with power, and occasionally Jell-O shots, your memory gets fuzzy. But you’ll have to trust me it’s perfectly fair. “Oh yes! I trust you, of course! I can’t imagine not trusting you!” >That’s a good Pookie. Your turn will come up again soon enough I’m sure. What do you think you’ll wish for? “What? Oh! I dunno…let me think…I think I’ll probably wish you’d let me suck your dick again.” >Well that’s a great wish! I tell you what. Even though it’s my day to use the wishbone, I’ll let you suck my dick without your even wishing for it. “Really? OMG that would be so awesome! You’re the best! >I’m glad to help you out, Pookie. Of course, you are going to owe me. -- source link
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