The Lost Little Boy

The Lost Little Boy

A Story by trokanmariel33

 

 

The Lost Little Boy

By

Thomas Heath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a backstory, that’s pointless.

 

          There was once an action hero.

This was a hero �" a man baby �" who was not indescribably, but, who was still unspeakably sexy.

 

This man baby. They were a white f**k. Moreover, they were an aristocrat’s pup.

Not pup as in dog, although such attribution in this instance is not irrational.

          Indeed �" pup, as in puppet.

 

Indeed �" a pet f**k!

 

 

This action hero, who was a m**********r bombshell:

          They were a bomb, as a symbol and as a literal.

 

 

 

Now, this is where great care is required.

          Aka, this is The Great Care.

 

In the universe, there is a lost little boy.

          A full grown man, yes, but still a lost little boy.

 

In the universe, there is a woman babe. She is the exact replica, of the Page 3 gal Kelly Brook.

 

 

 

In the afterlife, are you allowed to lick God’s sexy arse?

          (Do you want an autograph, because such question’s been asked?)







 

Bombastic.

Bombastic.

Bombastic.

 

 

Bomb . . . “Stick”.

 



 

Yes, chap. Pin, then chop chop.

          White f**k?

White flag, is more the asser.




The lost little boy. What they need to know, is that their Asser (the Loserr babe) wants to become a White Flag’s lagging lassing effect.

 

 





 

 

 

              The Nightclub.    The villa estate.

                       The monarchy’s yacht.






It’s these three places, where the lost little boy needs to go in order to meet with his honey, aka the loserr.






Loserr.

          It’s a marriage, involving the two romancers, who are destined to live on the monarchy’s sexy yacht together.

 

          Thus, the code:

 

    SS        YY         TT                                      

 

 

 

                             SS     YY      TT:

The code, to reach the yacht.

 

 

                             SS     YY      TT:

The code, to reach the yacht’s cigar box.

 

 

                     SS     YY     TT:

The code, to reach the desire and ability to lick Omen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      SS      YY      TT:

 

The code, needed to reach the ability, to be smoking hot on the yacht.

 

Smoking: aka, cigar smoking.

Hot: aka “So tie the knot, if tie’s hot”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The man baby, from the time of pre-universe. He exploded, on a yacht.

He played, played, played and toyed and toyed with his game, from his puppet box; the game was called Knock Knock.

 

The woman babe, not from the Page 3 girl Kelly Brook; she just wants to play “Knot to Knot”, albeit without the dust to dust, despite its Broov

 

 

 









On the yacht, the plan, is:

 

 

                                                       The

                                            Laura Vandervoort

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, you read that correctly.

          The real Kelly Brook, will turn into The Laura Vandervoort; will turn into an aristocratic f**k from a monarchy f**k.

 

The full grown man, aka the lost little boy, has, has, has, has, has.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What are the politics, what are the political beliefs, of the full grown man who is a lost little boy regarding Laura Vandervoort replacing Kelly Brook, while having lots of sex on the yacht, and while he and Vandervoort are being monarchy’s good boy and good girl, even though there’s no 3 this time?

 

Oh yes, monarchy is still in The Charge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lost little boy, is going to be having lots of sex. The monarchy’s Charge, will convert Kelly Brook to Laura Vandervoort, for the lost little boy, as the lost little boy pansy’s like a dog as Laura Vandervoort panties like a God.

 

          The conversion:

                   Kelly Brook to Laura Vandervoort.

 

It’s better, than God being dog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lost little boy’s message, to the American Republican Party:

          Give the Republican Party’s quantum mechanics, to British families’ experiences, in British supermarkets, or fail to be eligible to use CNN atoms to create and build British pavement walking ideology.

 

Now, let’s watch Vandervoort ready her yacht cigar, as she wears Kate Upton.

 

 





 

On the monarchy’s yacht, don’t worry, about Republican science.

          Just watch Vandervoort ready, cut, light and smoke her cigar.

 

On the monarchy’s yacht, don’t worry, about communism nightclubs.

          Just watch Vandervoort ready, cut, light and smoke her Kate Upton.

 

All, all, all just a message from Vandervoort, to her lost little boy, aka Thomas Heath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                Tanya

                               Turner:

 

 

                                      The M**********r Other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           America’s

                                      American nationalism.

 

 

It’s how Tanya Turner gets on the yacht, and, moreover, it’s the contents of her own exotic cigar.

 

 

 

 

 

                                 The Unstoppable Speed:

 

That’s the type of speed, with which Tanya Turner (Footballer’s Wives Tanya Turner) uses America’s American nationalism, the replica, that’s better than russha KGB.

          Aka, Kelly Got Broke.

 

 

The lost little boy, gets woke, to realise that Vandervoort’s Kelly Got Broke also means that Kelly is surrounded by Tanya’s AA app, and he’s happily turned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   Natalie

                     Lind:

 

“One good turn de-serves an Other.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

After, the lost little boy has fucked Tanya Turner, till there’s no planet left, and after the former has licked and licked and licked the latter’s red business suit, and done so all over, while being worn by Tanya �"

          Hindsight, arrives in the form of Lind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             USA

            (Universal Socialist Algebra):

 

That’s the de-vice, that Natalie Lind uses, to find Neve Campbell, so that she can give back to her her torn off face.

 

 

           The End     (he he he)

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2024 trokanmariel33


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Added on November 16, 2024
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