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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Fugy, son of Fugy, was enjoying his 25th birthday, which happened to be on Halloween. He had celebrated his 25th birthday for the last 20 years. His furry friends at the dog's home have always thought that it was bad luck, but Fugy had always thought differently about it.
Every Halloween he had experienced something new and interesting. The tingling in his bunions was telling him that this one would be no different.
He fondly remembered his last birthday, the day he was almost raped by a gang of taiwanese sailors who had put into port after 6 months at sea.
Fugy stared at himself in the mirror. He was coming to the realisation that he had overdone it when he used the hair restoring lotions. Only last week, still recovering from the brutal hair growth, a strange tattoed man with a bald shiny head followed him from his market stall. Fugy later learned that the man was a registered rampant bi sexual.
As Fugy passed the window, he looked out and saw Rover the rhodesian ridgeback crawling across his lawn, exhausted, trying to get back home. Fugy smiled as he recalled the previous night which he'd spent with Rover.
It was time to go trick-or-treating. Fugy was all set; his new natural Yeti costume was bound to get him loads of sweets this year, and this time, he wouldn't have to wear a mask.
The streets were crowded and several of the costumes impressed him. He started to follow what he thought was a young lady in a girly pink costume. He planned on snatching her bag of sweets from her!
He followed the woman for a while. After a short time it seem like she wasn’t actually trick-or-treating at all. Fugy was about to go back and find a new victim, when she went towards a house. “Finally” He thought. He was beginning to lose hope but her sudden turn towards the house brought his attention back to bagsnatching.
Fugy watched as he hid behind the bushes. The girl got to the door but didn’t knock, she just went inside.
Fugy went to the door and tried to open it. The door must have been locked, maybe the girl had known that she was being followed.
In an uncharacteristic demonstration of Gnomely manliness, Fugy kicked down the door. He was angry about the unnecessary obstacle that was now preventing him from getting his birthday sweets.
The scene that met him was horrific. There were chains and manacles hanging from the walls, torture instruments set in the floor and an assortment of items strewn around the room. Fugy noticed a big chair in the far corner, which had restraints attached to it. Then.... the door slammed shut behind him.
The girl in pink had taken off the cloak. Fugy was now facing Mrs70. She hadn't shaved for at least a week and was now looking scarier than she had ever been before. She had a hunched back and one of her eyes was looking larger than the other. She was making her way towards Fugy.
There was some swift movement near his feet, a flash of fur caught Fugy's eye. He ran past Mrs70, ducking under her outstretched arms as she advanced menacingly towards him. As he passed her, he scooped up Foo Foo, Toon's pet pekinese. He made straight for the windows and leapt throught them to the streets outside.
He ran as fast as his short fat legs would carry him. He could hear Mrs70 crying in distress at having lost her prey. He could also hear Toon's distressed calls for his beloved Foo Foo..................TO BE CONTINUED
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very good tho....
I am so gonna have therapy as have an image of toon's foo foo..... 
