Stop being so Baaaaaaaaashful, and tell us what happened!
You baaaastard.
… and afterwards, outrage transformed to passion and then to post-coital tristesse, she asked him: “Well, how was it for you, anyway?”
“Not ba-a-a-a-ad.”
What started as an innocent, casual glance quickly became a passionate stare. At that moment, Scylla and Baaaaaabs both knew their lives were about to change forever.
Money shot! MONEY SHOT!!! 
I bet he stops just in time, and apologizes…sheepishly
You know how you get a song stuck in your head? Well, I have a picture stuck in mine. A picture of a freshly shaved sheep, looking coyly over her shoulder at a lustful Scylla. And the only thing that will make it go away is the rest of the damn story. [sub]whimper[/sub]
PS - rjung, you aren’t helping. Now I need a big pail of Clorox to soak my brain.
Taking into account the intense popularity of the “serial thread,” I’ve decided to take full advantage of it.
Popcorn! 20 dollars! Getcher Popcorn here!
Like a deranged piledriver I plunged forward with all my strength heedless of my wife’s outraged cry…
…Which I then joined with an outraged cry of my own.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWW!” I screamed as I thrust forward only to find that an obstacle was blocking the gates of paradise.
With such force did I slam into my wife’s undergarment (skimpy but chaste,) that even in it’s fully tumescent state my member was forcibly bent at a right angle.
“Aiiiiiiieeeeeeee!” I screamed again, then
[sub]“owwwww,”[/sub] I moaned breathlessly grasping my injured extremitsy, and falling bonelessly to the side.
“And just what did you think you were doing, right then? Ram? Oh you rammed all right. You stretched out my panties, and look at my nightgo…”
I fell off the bed and retreated before her wrath, attempting to ooze out of the room. Suddenly I was sober and myself again.
“Sorry Hon, g’night” I managed to get out through clenched teeth.
I remained sore and chastised for three days. No longer did the ewe’s siren call affect me. No longer did it drive me to violate the sanctity of my upcoming marriage.
I even stopped drinking.
I had hoped I was cured and the stange episode past.
On the fourth day I found that with the straightening of my member all the old lusts came rushing back.
I needed help. But, who could I go to, a stranger in this town? What if word got out about this abberation?
What would happen to my social standing?
What if it got my back to my fiancee? Would she stand by me or call the wedding off?
Oddly, the answer came to me, and I knew what to do, who to see. First though, I needed to get my courage up.
I poured several stiff ones int the hopes that it would offset the other stiff one that had taken control of my life, and when my fiancee went to sleep I snuck out of the house, a man on a mission.
My destination was clear.
Jester, I’ll take two popcorns.
I’ll bet ewe sheepishly baaaaacked out! Nothing like curling your rams horn, shorn’nuf.
Remember when paying the “lady” not to get fleeced.
This is too easy, the sheep shots just keep coming.
Uh could I have extra butter on my popcorn. Thanks.
deb
Alrighty, two popcorns for the little lady! And another one with butter!
And Scylla, didn’t you start an entire thread about how you never had to worry about bending your…errrrr… lil’ shepard?
Scylla…Ewe are a sick, sick, SICK man. Ewe need psychological help. Baaaaaaaaaaaaadly. 
I’ll take a popcorn! How much are the soda’s? Hell with it, just give me one… Anybody wanna share a large popcorn!!!
Soda’s? 40 dollars. Oh, and popcorn’s up to 50.
What? You mean to tell me you didn’t expect to get fleeced?
I’ll share with you Whammo, but I like a lot of butter on mine. I came here late. Will he? Won’t he? The suspense is killing me!
This is better than any of the movies that have been out lately.
DRG
YOU’RE A CON!!!
You can’t pull the wool over MY eyes!
[sub]…but i’ll still takes the soda and popcorn… lousy nogoodnick…[/sub]
Heh heh. God bless the ewe-conomy.
::steps across several people in their seats to reach an empty spot::
Sorry, sorry, whoop! Sorry. Just getting to that open spot
What 40 bucks? ::grumble grumble fumble for money::
Glad I pocketed some Blatz before I left home. God, I hope the snooper at work doesn’t pick up THIS thread or the sheep won’t be the only one getting . . .
“SHHHHH!!!”
[sub]Sorry. Sorry. Where we at now? The good part? Carry on Scylla. First Elmo and now this. God this is good.[/sub]
opens door and scuttles in like a commando before tripping over someone’s purse and spilling contraband popcorn all over the floor.
Whoops!
*Sildling up to a random attractive woman in the audience.
Is this seat taken? Your husband is in the bathroom, oh I see.
Trying to retain his dignity, and failing
So, have I missed anything?