Toothbrush Tales

By alittlebitdarkorange and bluesprinkles on September 24, 2006

There was nineteen hundred billion million times that Shreef ran around the village with a toothbrush on his belt loop. He enjoyed poking little animals and tickling townschildren with the bristly head.

His mother did not understand Shreef's predilection for molestation via toothbrush, but she acquiesced and bought him nine valuepaks of brushes weekly. Soon the pile of used toothbrushes got so smelly that Shreef's nose started to melt, so his mother cut his head off.

Later the townschildren went over to Shreef's house and ripped apart his decapitated body while throwing away all his toothbrushes. Shreef's mother was confused.