An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
Sure the sponge bath had been nice but as he heard the latex glove snap loudly on Sheryl's strong wrist David was beginning to have second thoughts, "Uh I don't know about this" he began to stammer " Uh, I don't think this is the right th.." but she had cut him off with a press of her latexed finger to his lips."Just relax darling, it will all be over soon, and then you and Ruth will be able to be together, forever."But he couldn't relax, every time he looked over at all the shiny and oh so sharp insturments laying on the paper he began to shake and feel nauseous. "Your acting like a baby" she scolded "Am I going to have to get you a piece of wine soaked bread?" but David did not have time to answer before the door to his room flew open and the huge black cloaked shape entered,. It was too late now the Mohel was here.
Nicely written. Seems dark for a Brit Milah leaving me to wonder what might happen next.
Duh, The ending was cut off
"Three-hundred dollars for tassled blankets? What kind of hospital is this? I won't pay it and nothing you say will change my mind!""That price includes a blowjob.""Do you take personal checks?"
Ha! The wrong nurse at the right time...
Excellent - all you guys should be writing comedy for a living.
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