Why The Cookie Monster Still Matters
Her vagina was a furry online-a-gina-cologist that forgot to go to med school. His penis watched too many kaiju movies. Thus, they fucked like five fingers thrust into a tight pocket looking for change.
When they were through, he asked if she thought the Cookie Monster still mattered. Of course he matters, she said, little kids need things to believe in, so they might as well believe in a fur sock with ping pong ball eyes and a man’s hand stuck up its ass.
She farted sincerely, left nipple still hard.
Surely there’re worse things to believe in than that.