Fantasy weapons huh?
Ok, I once got all daring and went up the down escalator at my local mall. That's right people, I went UP! But before I got to the top, this group of really hot mammas (literally...they were milfs) all started licking their lips (because they had chocolate all over'em from the chocolate covered bannanas they were eating) and I couldn't stop watching them.
Then they saw me sawing them, and they all started laughing and pointing at me (it was like grade school all over again) and they started screaming at me, laughing, and saying really sexy things like: "Ewww your creepy," and "SECURITYYYYYYYY!"
So I got all startled from these women throwing themselves at me, errr...they were throwing something at me, and at the time, I was sure they were gonna start midget tossing each other into my arms, except none of'em were midgets. It woulda been a really hot milf toss.
So I started hopping up and down really excited like, with a big toothless grin (cuz I got some teeth knocked out a week prior by a really hot gilf) and I lost my balance and fell down the down excalator. Yup...I totally fell for them.
I think security thought my fame as a punk rock guitarist was too much for these women to bare cuz they grabbed me by the throat and dragged me to a cell were they tried to beat off the scent I was emiting that must have attracted the lusty horde of milfs.
They failed, and in the process injured me really bad. I was rushed to a nearby clinic were I met this scalpal. It was lying in the tray next to my bed. I'm not sure what was wrong with it. No broken edges, handle was fine. Maybe it had a stomach acke or something.
We started taliking. Ok, I was the only one talking, but it didn't get up and slice away from me so I guess it enjoyed our conversation, but couldn't talk because it must have gone speechless at how man-sexy I am (I seem to have that effect on inanitimate objects).
One thing led to another and we decided to head back to my place. We watched a ginsu knife info-mercial (which is like a chick flick for blades) and then I dimmed the lights, and pulled out my axe and started to serinade the blade. I scooted a little bit closer to it on the couch and it didn't move, so I'm sure it was into me. We drank, and drank, and drank, and drank. I think it was onto my game thinking I was trying to get it intoxicated so I could take advantage of it, so I drank it's drinks for it.
I flirted, it shined, I touched it, it...got touched, then I was all over it, and it was all over me. Ohhh ya boys, you know what I'm talkin bout! You know when like, a really hot chick scratches your back...yahhh baby. I got scratch marks alllllll over the place! Scalpal is a real wild one. But when I woke up I was covered in blood and my willy was gone! I freaked. The damn thing sliced it off Bobbit style!
I found it on a stick in the freezer. A total dicksycle. I'm not sure how scalpal got it there, but I took it with me to the clinic and they sewed it back on.
Sooo...to sum up my story...if your gonna get it on with a weapon, make d-mn sure they don't have any mental problems!