“You sexy thing, sexy thing. I believe in miracles…”, sang the radio along with a happy Homer, driving home from work. He parked the car and entered him home. The kids were watching TV and Marge was taking meals out of the oven. Having heard the door close, she shouted “Kids! Diner!” That night, the Simpsons were having chicken, except Lisa of course, who was having tofu.
-So then, Bart said, Mrs. Krabapple turned to the board and I used my last elastic to hit her glass of coffee, which made it tip and fall over our exams. I guess we’ll have to do it again, but now, I know what to study.
-And you, what did you do?
-We received the notes from our last exam. I got an A++… but of course, Alison had an A+++. Stupid Alison, Lisa said under her breath.
-Oh, Homer started, by the way honey, Mr. Smithers is coming to visit us tonight. He says he wants to talk about something important concerning the family. He didn’t mention what though.
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Later that evening, Waylon Smithers arrived. They all sat in the dinning room, except Maggie who was sleeping upstairs.
-Ok, as I come here, know that this doesn’t concern your job at the power plant. This is on my own terms. Even Mr. Burns doesn’t know. Actually, this might be the one thing he doesn’t know about me.
They all looked at each other, meaning “yeah, that and the fact that you’re gay.”
-I come with a proposition. I’ve interacted quite often with your family and (more…)
There are some Marge heroes that cannot master an overwhelming will to fuck and any longer hit on this road full of pussy-pumping!. Cock-craving whores of Simpsons comic anxious to do their best to make you rock-hard…
