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                         SCOTTY'S TALE OF SEX AND DEATH



                                   by  Racer X



                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<

                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-

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        Scotty was a guy just out of his teens.  He never really was sexually

satisfied.  The reason for this was Scotty was a very picky young man.  If he

didn't like the way a girl straddled than he just didn't want her.  Scotty was

always looking for something new to tingle his dingle.  He finally realized

that animal sex was the answer to his problems.  So, Scotty frolicked about the

animal kingdom, in search of a species strong enough to appease his sexual

appetite.  He injected many animals with his long, flaming rod (of course

excluding the insect world).  He eventually became bored with the animals he

sexed; he wanted an animal with real horsepower - a jackass, a mule, a

donkey... whatever.



        So, Scotty quested for his dream partner until finally, there it was,

standing tough and strong in a stable on someone's farm (whom he didn't know,

by the way).  Scotty looked upon the jackass and thought to himself, "This is

gonna be good...I can feel it."  The animal stood silently, not knowing of

Scotty's existence.  Scotty said to the jackass, "Now you be good and you'll

get a nice lil' treat..."  Little did Scotty know, he was in for a little treat

himself.  So Scotty went on to his sexual calling.



        Scotty stood behind the mule, inspecting the anus which would soon be

his.  It looked tight enough to handle his masculinity.  Scotty was indeed

horny over this particular animal.  He depantsed himself quickly and with an

excruciating thrust, the jackass was his. Scotty pushed, thrusted, jammed, and

rammed his manhood into his zoological partner.  Scotty groaned and howled...

he was enjoying it too much.  But unfortunately, I can't say the same for the

jackass.  He tried to pull away but just could not escape from the power of

Scotty's arms.  So with a quick HEE-HAW, the donkey leaned a bit forward,

raised his feet and booted the living hell out of Scotty.  The two hooves made

a permanent impression in poor Scotty's chest.  Scotty lay on the ground,

bleeding and panting (short of breath, y'know?  Wouldn't you be if a jackass

you were fucking kicked the shit outta your chest?).   Sad enough for him, the

animal wasn't finished.  Scotty, with an attempt to sit up, was immediately

thrashed once again by the jackass's hooves, this time across the face.  Blood

and phlegm poured from Scotty's nose and throat (he was a bit congested that

day).  A nail protruding from the jackass's shoes also caught hold of sad

Scotty's eye, ripping it clean out of his skull.  Veins and arteries dangled

from Scotty's eye sockets while he lay placidly on the floor of the stable.

The jackass watched Scotty for any movement which could possibly hint at a sign

of life.  After a time, Scotty turned his head with a groan (bad move on his

part, eh?).  At that moment, the jackass charged in life-threatening fury.  He

gave one last kick to Scotty's body... straight to the groin.  The hoof pene-

trated Scotty's scrotum, crushing his testicles.  Blood and urine gushed from

Scotty's bladder.  His penis, now severed, rested peacefully in a soft bed of

hay, barely recognizable as a bloody limp stump.  Scotty found his death bed,

although it wasn't what he was hoping for.  The body sat motionless and quite

dead in a pool of blood, urine, phlegm, sperm, and hay.  The jackass looked on

with amazement and immediately ran to the adjacent stable.





     Yes, there is a moral to this story....  Whether you like it or not...



                        DON'T EVER SCREW WITH A JACKASS.



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 (c)1988  cDc communications  by Racer X                              7/5/88-62

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