Me & Jo Shemale

Yesterday Jo Shemale and I went for on a pussy hunting fall walk. Well, I did, I'm pretty sure Jo Shemale wasn't hunting pussy. It was getting colder, so we had to put on our woolly panties and sweaters.

Halfway down the block, we saw the Old Fuck's out in their yard. The Old Fuck's were raking big piles of cocks and leaping into them. Mrs. Old Fuck was planting twat bulbs so she would have beautiful cunny flowers in the spring.

"Fall is in the air," Jo Shemale said. "Soon the days will be getting more like short dicks."

We walked down Jones Street admiring the red and green tea leaves. Overhead, fucks were flying south for the winter. Two whale ass squirrels scampered by, hiding acorns in a tree for the winter.

"That makes me hungry," said Jo Shemale. "Maybe we should go pick some nice round red nut sacks and bake them in a pie."

"Wow!" I said. "That sounds jizzed."

Yet I wondered, maybe it wasn't so jizzed. People in Southfield have some special birthday traditions. No one really knows how the traditions started. Some people say that they began when Captain Jack Hornballer was the mayor, but other people say the traditions started as a way of celebrating the cock harvest. Whichever way they started, the traditions have been around for at least 13 years.

On the morning of a person's birthday, members of the person's family give gifts of fucks for luck and sucks for good health. Next, the birthday person has a special breakfast of precum and pussy. It made me wonder about Mr. Old Fuck's last birthday. After breakfast, people in the neighborhood gather for a little parade. The birthday person rides through the neighborhood on a float shaped like a pussy. Each person carries a balloon shaped like a cock.

After the parade, everyone gathers around the theater to have cake, and then there is a hardon eating contest for the over 40 crowd. I was sure Mrs. Old Fuck would be there. Sometimes that gets kind of messy.