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<blockquote data-quote="Flynn" data-source="post: 783065" data-attributes="member: 537"><p>So then you would have to call me Flynn Five Cobras! Ohhhhhh....I like that name!</p><p></p><p>____________________</p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/m6Ps5kj/Freak-lg-625px.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Fade In:</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>(A dark alleyway around 2:15am on a Sunday morning In Freud's butthole)</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><strong><em>A woman walking home from her bartending job decides to take some time off her commute by going through an alley. Halfway through she hears a shuffling sound behind her. Quickly she spins around and spies a bald hunchback with a Polaroid camera in their right hand. The freakish creature is wearing a long dirty night shirt that reads: "Does this shirt make my butt look fat?" And a well worn gray diaper that has seen better days. The woman is frozen in paralyzing fear as Freud gingerly limps towards her. She can't help it and urinates all over herself.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/ySrxJN7/download-jpeg.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Freud: So hey lady, I'm gonna give you a choice. You give me $1500 or look at my pictures.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>The woman shaking in fear closes her eyes tightly to block out Freud's oblong head that resembles Biggie Whiner's dwarf sized dick, with ruby red foreskin and two fried green tomatoes on the side.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Lady: No. Please! No. I have a husband!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Freud ponders this while fishing around his ass crack area.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Freud: You must choose! Or I will punk you like I did 5 Guys Mumbai!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>The woman looks up at Freud confused.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Freud: Errrr...long story about this poster that claimed to be female....wait. Nevermind that. Since you cannot choose I will choose for you.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Finally finding what he was looking for in his butt crack, Freud retrieves his hand before smelling the brown stained card in his fingers.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Freud: A-HA! This card says that you must look at one of my pictures while chanting, "Mad Cow Shazam does have a working anus for all to enjoy."</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>The frail woman shrinks back from Freud in terror as he's soo close to her now that she can smell the semen on his breath from 5 Guys Mumbai, and see the ejaculation stains they left on his Klingon looking forehead.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Woman: Here take all my money! Just take it! It's all I have! I have a husband I love very much, we just got married.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><strong><em>Freud in slow motion brings out a colored instant Polaroid photo out from under his Depends. He shows it to her. The lady screams and fights to get away. Freud keeps jutting the picture towards the woman which makes her scream even louder as he holds her in place with an emaciated arm that's shaped like a dildo for a mouse. She's falls to the ground with her skirt bunching up around her milky thighs, exposing the cleft of one of her vaginal lips. This is not lost on Freud as he hisses and brings out two well used vibrators that were made into a rudimentary cross.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/kqBWL7s/C0509911-Fungal-nail-infection-1-max-600x600.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Freud (Skin burning): I will not fear the vahina! It will not hurt me! I will fight it!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Suddenly a bright light shines through the night sky. A mysterious figure appears from the light and stands in front of Freud as he tries to hide from the accidental exposed pussy lip.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Flynn Five Cobras: Freud! Haven't you got anything better to do than show off your pictures of your fungal infected feet?</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><strong><em>Flynn is dressed in pink spandex, with jazzercise leotards over the top of them. Her neon pink headband glows in the dark as she throws down her blue feather boa.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/rGn8Tz7/714b5k-Iv-Au-L-AC-UY1000.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Freud: I would have gotten away with it too, had you not been in the neighborhood buying bubble gum again. You gotta piece you can spare? No? Okay. You wanna see a picture of my turtle's feet?</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Flynn rolls her eyes at Freud and helps the lady up who is still scared out of her wits up off the ground. Flynn escorts the lady out of the alleyway.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Lady: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for saving my life! When I get home I'm going to give my husband a big long wet kiss!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Flynn Five Cobras: I think that your husband would appreciate that. Are you okay?</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Lady: I am now that you're here.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>The woman gives Flynn a hug.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Flynn Five Cobras: My pleasure. We'll see ya around Aryan.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Aryan: Thank you again. Bye!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Flynn Five Cobras turns to face Freud but he escaped when Flynn rescued Aryan. Flynn walks out of the alleyway only to get hit by a speeding ambulance and gets thrown through a plate glass window as alarm bells go off.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>(Somewhere nearby Freud witnesses Flynn get plowed over as he hums playfully to himself while he twirls his cock and balls in a counter clockwise direction.)</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Fade out.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><strong><em>***EPISODE 1 OF SEASON 2 WILL AIR MAY 23, 2023 ON THE LIFETIME AND ON THE OPRAH CHANNEL @ 8PM EST.</em></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Flynn, post: 783065, member: 537"] So then you would have to call me Flynn Five Cobras! Ohhhhhh....I like that name! ____________________ [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/m6Ps5kj/Freak-lg-625px.png[/IMG] [I][B]Fade In: (A dark alleyway around 2:15am on a Sunday morning In Freud's butthole) [/B][/I] [B][I]A woman walking home from her bartending job decides to take some time off her commute by going through an alley. Halfway through she hears a shuffling sound behind her. Quickly she spins around and spies a bald hunchback with a Polaroid camera in their right hand. The freakish creature is wearing a long dirty night shirt that reads: "Does this shirt make my butt look fat?" And a well worn gray diaper that has seen better days. The woman is frozen in paralyzing fear as Freud gingerly limps towards her. She can't help it and urinates all over herself.[/I][/B] [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/ySrxJN7/download-jpeg.jpg[/IMG] [I][B]Freud: So hey lady, I'm gonna give you a choice. You give me $1500 or look at my pictures. The woman shaking in fear closes her eyes tightly to block out Freud's oblong head that resembles Biggie Whiner's dwarf sized dick, with ruby red foreskin and two fried green tomatoes on the side. Lady: No. Please! No. I have a husband! Freud ponders this while fishing around his ass crack area. Freud: You must choose! Or I will punk you like I did 5 Guys Mumbai! The woman looks up at Freud confused. Freud: Errrr...long story about this poster that claimed to be female....wait. Nevermind that. Since you cannot choose I will choose for you. Finally finding what he was looking for in his butt crack, Freud retrieves his hand before smelling the brown stained card in his fingers. Freud: A-HA! This card says that you must look at one of my pictures while chanting, "Mad Cow Shazam does have a working anus for all to enjoy." The frail woman shrinks back from Freud in terror as he's soo close to her now that she can smell the semen on his breath from 5 Guys Mumbai, and see the ejaculation stains they left on his Klingon looking forehead. Woman: Here take all my money! Just take it! It's all I have! I have a husband I love very much, we just got married. [/B][/I] [B][I]Freud in slow motion brings out a colored instant Polaroid photo out from under his Depends. He shows it to her. The lady screams and fights to get away. Freud keeps jutting the picture towards the woman which makes her scream even louder as he holds her in place with an emaciated arm that's shaped like a dildo for a mouse. She's falls to the ground with her skirt bunching up around her milky thighs, exposing the cleft of one of her vaginal lips. This is not lost on Freud as he hisses and brings out two well used vibrators that were made into a rudimentary cross.[/I][/B] [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/kqBWL7s/C0509911-Fungal-nail-infection-1-max-600x600.png[/IMG] [I][B]Freud (Skin burning): I will not fear the vahina! It will not hurt me! I will fight it! Suddenly a bright light shines through the night sky. A mysterious figure appears from the light and stands in front of Freud as he tries to hide from the accidental exposed pussy lip. Flynn Five Cobras: Freud! Haven't you got anything better to do than show off your pictures of your fungal infected feet? [/B][/I] [B][I]Flynn is dressed in pink spandex, with jazzercise leotards over the top of them. Her neon pink headband glows in the dark as she throws down her blue feather boa.[/I][/B] [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/rGn8Tz7/714b5k-Iv-Au-L-AC-UY1000.jpg[/IMG] [I][B]Freud: I would have gotten away with it too, had you not been in the neighborhood buying bubble gum again. You gotta piece you can spare? No? Okay. You wanna see a picture of my turtle's feet? Flynn rolls her eyes at Freud and helps the lady up who is still scared out of her wits up off the ground. Flynn escorts the lady out of the alleyway. Lady: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for saving my life! When I get home I'm going to give my husband a big long wet kiss! Flynn Five Cobras: I think that your husband would appreciate that. Are you okay? Lady: I am now that you're here. The woman gives Flynn a hug. Flynn Five Cobras: My pleasure. We'll see ya around Aryan. Aryan: Thank you again. Bye! Flynn Five Cobras turns to face Freud but he escaped when Flynn rescued Aryan. Flynn walks out of the alleyway only to get hit by a speeding ambulance and gets thrown through a plate glass window as alarm bells go off. (Somewhere nearby Freud witnesses Flynn get plowed over as he hums playfully to himself while he twirls his cock and balls in a counter clockwise direction.) Fade out. [/B][/I] [B][I]***EPISODE 1 OF SEASON 2 WILL AIR MAY 23, 2023 ON THE LIFETIME AND ON THE OPRAH CHANNEL @ 8PM EST.[/I][/B] [/QUOTE]
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