Bye Natalie Portman, my wife! Have fun at your mother’s!
Hmmm, what should I do now that I’m all alone?
Think, think, think.
AAAAHHHHH!
Who are you?
I’m your right hand!
Well what do you want?
I want to make sweet, sweet love to you for at least fifteen minutes.
I can’t possibly do that! I’m married!
Oh come on! Daddy needs it bad!
Stop that! I love Natalie Portman, my wife! To cheat on her would be an abomination! The sanctity of marriage would be spoiled forever!
What about me?
Oh fuck! Who the hell are you?!
I’m your left hand.
Ew! That’s even worse than before! That would just be awkward and unmanageable!
Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to tempt you?
Nope! Sorry!
Craig! Get that sweet ass in here! And don’t forget the party antlers!
Coming!
Okay, now I’m conflicted….do i want to do Craig in the hardhar and orange vest, or in the antlers with the eyeballs on his fingers….hmmmm…..
HUGS…
PS
the face you made in the left hand’s response was classic! Had I been drinking milk, it would have squirted out my nose!
PPS
Who is your mother-in-law? Any photos, or cutouts, of her?
Yes, and more of your mom and dad (a.k.a. Cloris? and Bea)
A Optimus Prime fisting joke? That, people, is queek humor at its best.
Natalie’s mother is my bed, just thought you should hear it from me first.
nice gay. i love you
Damn you Optimus Prime… you lucky mechanical bastard! More than meets the eye, indeed.
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