Delayed Reaction
He said, eyes narrowing as he peered at the labels. "what's a fox gotta do to find a pair of cute shorts that fit?" the vulpine male looked over his shoulder and glared at the enormously tall dragon accompanying him to the mall.
CUB TALES 2: ANYA THE HUSKY
Her muzzle practically drooled at the abundance of food waiting for her, chicken, ham, turkey, beef, roast potatoes, pizza slices, potato salad, soup of every kind, with labels telling her which was which.
Sport Fucking - Ch. 1
Losing on the pen team got you labelled as a homo. you see, pen is all about dominance. a good player breaks the other player mentally, and coaches think gays want to be dominated, so we are discouraged from trying out.
Five Nights at Freddy's: The Mutant Bowl of Salad
**\*insert "antidote" here\*** * * * "and _that_," said the author, closing the book labelled _five nights at freddy's: the mutant bowl of salad_, "was how both the toys and originals saved the day, and got laid that night in a carnival tent- wait, what?
Whether or Not
Katie leaned down, curiously studying items and their labels.
Dispatches
The fundamental error in the pre-fab lifestyle is that few, if anyone, can be only what their labels tell them to be.
The Job - Part 2
Emily ascertained as she got a better look at the labels. "stage 1 - 23.5kcal," she read out loud. the letters practically screamed, they were so boldly printed. "23.5 kcal? kilocalories? this can't be right...twenty-three thousand calories?!?"
Gorillahancement
The gallon-sized jar of powder looked tiny in his fingers as he peered at the bright colors on the labels and read the various health claims.
Experience versus Youth
To its side however, there lay row upon row of shelves, on which lay tens upon tens of crystal phials filled with a variety of well labelled and described concoctions.
That Dastardly Device
He peeled the address labels off it and he got a marker, writing his address for the return and a new one for shipping. he addressed it to the name that had popped into his head: jessica, a hot rabbit girl he knew from work.
Take these twice a day
Cursing as he walked back to his locker he noticed a small capsule on the locker room floor labelled with a prescription-printed clearly with the name ‘fynn lytern' on the bottle. ‘so the fuck was taking roids- how'd he get rid of the gut?'
If the shed's a rocking
However, he still labelled them, in his surprisingly neat and precise handwriting. it was part of the ritual, one of many that he had. next week his annual delivery of horse manure would arrive, bought from local stables.