Dadaism Stories

A ghoul entered the bedroom, pulled his pants down, and peed a heavy stream onto the middle of the floor. “Hey, did you get my pumpkin from the store?” “Yeah, I just came back. I picked out a big one, just like you asked,” the ghoul said, bouncing slightly, to air-dry the last drips from his cunt before standing and pulling up his pants. “Good, I’m desperate for an orgasm.” Marilyn Monroe moaned as he left to rejoin the o...