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Frank Rossio (KK6FR) Transformed into Macy's Day Parade Balloon - His Blackhole!
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Nomen Nescio
2011-10-29 11:45:06 UTC
This is a terrible dream I had about KK6FR the Happy Ham.
It is unimaginable but I'll try. Now imagine the theme song of the
Twilight Zone protruding out of your ears as a 3D like camera
descends down into Frank Rossio's trailer in Phelan California. A
rattlesnake hisses and rattles outside Franks bathroom window.
Frank is on the shitter grunting and a readin' the National Enquire with
a picture of Noel Burman on the cover - the headline
screams "Ham Operator transformed into Prima Donna 3840 Shortwave Tranny
Queen"! Frank continues his grunting at the same
time howling like a wolf for his loaf to expunge out his flea infested
bowels. Frank's tongue hangs out side of his mouth, slobbering,
panting, dripping sweat as a line dance of flies circles around his
head. He looks like a caricature out of Mad Magazine. Gail his
bucktoothed lover plump pony tailed beeatch slave opens the bathroom
door! She screams "That incredible stench!!!" She shrieks
over the smell of rotted cabbage and frijoles and screams like something
out of the movie Psycho. Franks asshole quivers and a
loud hissing sound echoes off the bathroom walls. Wait! Wait! Frank's
shithole is being transformed into a massive blackhole. Gails
long hair gets sucked up into the hole as the town of Phelan, the state
of California, the U.S. of A and the world are swallowed up
into Franks pulsating sphincter! A horrid "sluuuuurp!" as Franks shitter
is transformed into a blackhole. Gravity waves belches out
of Franks shit chute. In an instant if you can picture this. You know
those Macy Day Thanksgiving inflated balloons? Imagine a
gigantic bloated Frank Rossio, bulging arms like Popeye, bloated legs
and a fat bloated pregnant belly. Nekkid. Floating face
down in space, where the Earth stood still. Franks fat ass black hole
consumes the remnants of the Moon. Rumbling in his belly is
contained another world, seen in the stomach lining is the flamboyant
Greg lisping and flapping his wrists to make an emergency contact, his
dog Whisky howling and clawing at Franks stomach lining to free him and
his master. A Steve Wingate being consumed by the hot air of Franks
colon, pieces of Wingnuts face fall off like melted wax from blasts of
Frank's pressurized hot rotted gut gas. Last but not least a red
Chinese eyed Noel Burman is being squeezed like a piece of cheese into
Franks steamy rectal canal waiting to birthed out of
Franks ass cheeks hence farted back into space. A couple of the foul
mouthed regulars were already gassed out and tangled in
Franks nest of dingleberries looking like a bunch of grapes leering at
the mass of Frank Rossio's hemorrhoids. Life sure sucks to
those that have known Frank. Pure horror till we cut to Frank's face his
quivering puffer fish lips mutters "Grease is the word." A
rubber band - band plays stars and stripes forever as it eternally
circles Franks butt cheeks.

To be continued
John Harbl
2011-10-29 21:57:03 UTC
Post by Nomen Nescio
This is a terrible dream I had about KK6FR the Happy Ham.
It is unimaginable but I'll try. Now imagine the theme song of the
Twilight Zone protruding out of your ears as a 3D like camera
descends down into Frank Rossio's trailer in Phelan California. A
rattlesnake hisses and rattles outside Franks bathroom window.
Frank is on the shitter grunting and a readin' the National Enquire with
a picture of Noel Burman on the cover - the headline
screams "Ham Operator transformed into Prima Donna 3840 Shortwave Tranny
Queen"! Frank continues his grunting at the same
time howling like a wolf for his loaf to expunge out his flea infested
bowels. Frank's tongue hangs out side of his mouth, slobbering,
panting, dripping sweat as a line dance of flies circles around his
head. He looks like a caricature out of Mad Magazine. Gail his
bucktoothed lover plump pony tailed beeatch slave opens the bathroom
door! She screams "That incredible stench!!!" She shrieks
over the smell of rotted cabbage and frijoles and screams like something
out of the movie Psycho. Franks asshole quivers and a
loud hissing sound echoes off the bathroom walls. Wait! Wait! Frank's
shithole is being transformed into a massive blackhole. Gails
long hair gets sucked up into the hole as the town of Phelan, the state
of California, the U.S. of A and the world are swallowed up
into Franks pulsating sphincter! A horrid "sluuuuurp!" as Franks shitter
is transformed into a blackhole. Gravity waves belches out
of Franks shit chute. In an instant if you can picture this. You know
those Macy Day Thanksgiving inflated balloons? Imagine a
gigantic bloated Frank Rossio, bulging arms like Popeye, bloated legs
and a fat bloated pregnant belly. Nekkid. Floating face
down in space, where the Earth stood still. Franks fat ass black hole
consumes the remnants of the Moon. Rumbling in his belly is
contained another world, seen in the stomach lining is the flamboyant
Greg lisping and flapping his wrists to make an emergency contact, his
dog Whisky howling and clawing at Franks stomach lining to free him and
his master. A Steve Wingate being consumed by the hot air of Franks
colon, pieces of Wingnuts face fall off like melted wax from blasts of
Frank's pressurized hot rotted gut gas. Last but not least a red
Chinese eyed Noel Burman is being squeezed like a piece of cheese into
Franks steamy rectal canal waiting to birthed out of
Franks ass cheeks hence farted back into space. A couple of the foul
mouthed regulars were already gassed out and tangled in
Franks nest of dingleberries looking like a bunch of grapes leering at
the mass of Frank Rossio's hemorrhoids. Life sure sucks to
those that have known Frank. Pure horror till we cut to Frank's face his
quivering puffer fish lips mutters "Grease is the word." A
rubber band - band plays stars and stripes forever as it eternally
circles Franks butt cheeks.
To be continued
Allow me to make a recommendation for the sequel: paragraphs. They're
fucking *awesome*.

- J.