Let's put the women of A2K into some kind of holding pen.

Oh and can you guys go easy on the remotes?? Jees, one TV and fifty remote controls, its like watching a stroboscope light..

Heeheehee...now we have these broads right where we want 'em...

It may be too late. A group of A2K women have gathered to fight the Kickytron.

oh my good grief!! I hope I don't look like that Sorry kicky, it's too late for you and your little man friends too We have a special place for you!!

Ticomaya finally responded to the PM I sent him. He is on his way!

I think it's time for the misleadingly-named penis puppet show to begin...

Oh, ladies...over here, ladies...

<pulls down pants. WHOOMP! Python-sized man-sausage plops itself on the ground in front of the women. They are curious at the incredible girth and length of the beast. Kicky looks focused and intense as he concentrates...and suddenly, it begins to move. Just a little side-to-side motion at first, and then surprisingly, it begins to thicken, from the back to the front, slowly, like a balloon being filled up with air. Kicky's face is frozen in a rictus of concentration now as the incredible beast that is his penis begins to rise. The head itself is just about the size of a full-grown sheep, and it pulsates as the whole monstrous weight of the thing begins to levitate up from the place where it begins, in Kicky's crotch region. The immense head has been painted to resemble a giant grinning clown face>

<The sun is now blocked out as it lifts itself higher and higher. It looks like some kind of monster when it is fully engorged, and the women stare at it in awe. Some drool, some stare open-mouthed, and some have a look that seems to convey a mixture of fear and intrigue. None of them move.>

<The behemoth man-sausage begins to slowly bob up and down, as Kicky begins to put the ladies in a trance. Up and down the giant slab of meat goes...up and down...the wind from its movement blows back their hair as their upturned, captivated faces stare at the fantastic sight...and from the megaphone comes a voice...>

YOU ARE GETTING SLEEEPY...YOUR EYES ARE GETTING VEEEERY HEAVY...YOU ARE GETTING SLEEEEEPY...

A metallic sounding thwack pierces the silence as FreeDuck lurks out of the shadows with a shovel in her hand. That should do it ladies.

WAKE UP LADIES!! DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT!!

>fingers snapping in the faces of the entranced

Fight back with all you have. Those of you who have lost your bra straps to these sausage weilding, women penning individuals, use that to your advantage. Let the BOOBS fly where they may!!

Sleepy? Contrariwise! I just woke up and am having my first coffee of the day.


Oooooh! There's a nasty man exposing himself.........now...where's that dry ice vapour cannon....I know it's somewhere in one of my pocketses....hmmm, there's the laser cannon....nope...now....let me get the ice to 150 C below zero.....

I think this thread could benefit from a little gratuitous pornography . . . therefore, without further ado, a wide open beaver:

The notorious bearded clam:

ok thats just gross

So where does this leave kicky?? Still with his pants down playing with his shlong? Put it away honey, before it gets sun-burned.

Kicky be afraid, be very afraid!!

Such thread could only be written while I was on vacation. Kicky probably was reading his subscription to Cosmo where "How do you please your man" is in every issue is a big issue.

So, stop whining and grow some spine, for heaven's sake!!

Yes of course, the weak always react this way!

Be careful, CJ, Gustav is lurking about and he's been missing you in a real bad way.

Ah wandel, I'm sure gustav has found some consolation with the local farm animals in the meantime.

Ha! So here we have a thread in which everyone is tumbling over each other in silliness and Kicky's leading the pack, as usual, in goofy weirdoness... until CJ comes in to bitch and gripe and needle. About how Kicky's a whiner!

Nothing new there then..

("Manche Menschen wollen immer glänzen, obwohl sie keinen Schimmer haben," yep

You know nimh, I've asked you repeatedly to ignore me, as you and I
will never understand each other. I try to ignore you, yet, you always
seem to comment my posts. If you so cry for attention, you shall have it!

Very seldomly do I take anything seriously on a2k (unlike you),
and knowing your very delicate emotional state, I will abstain from
any further comment that might jeopardize your fragile ego, nimh.

Go and be happy! A heartfelt wish for you!