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The truest of stories. They do not get any truer that a true kitty story.
That is a true kitty story right there!
The origin of Mickey Salad is not as innocent as you might think. Minnie and Mickey Mouse got divorced after Minnie was caught cheating with Daisy Duck. Minnie was the only one in the marriage with Mickey that had a job. She worked at the boutique with Daisy. Mickey became an alcoholic and cocaine addict and began a cannabis farm in his backyard. Eventually, Mickey’s weed dealing business began going south and Mickey became desperate. Not knowing what to do, he smoked all of the weed he couldn’t sell, further deteriorating his physical and mental health. After a very long night of staring at his TV and not taking anything in, he came across a movie that gave him the idea to get himself run over and sue the person who did it. Two days later, Mickey executed his scheme. After he successfully sued the innocent man, he used the money to buy cocaine and pay for the clubhouse’s electricity and water. Eventually, Goofy got sick of living in the clubhouse, nicknamed the Mickey Mouse drughouse so he ratted Mickey out to the police. Donald Duck heard about it and told Mickey before the police raided the clubhouse. Goofy, not wanting to arouse suspicion stayed at the clubhouse waiting for the police to arrive. Mickey used this to his advantage. He made Goofy poisoned salad and ate some himself. Goofy foolishly ingested Mickey’s salad. A few short hours later, they both died after suffering from seizures. That is where the phrase, “Mickey Salad, yucky yucky” comes from.
Child: Mickey salad, yucky yucky
Brother: What does that mean
Sister: You haven’t heard of The Mickey Salad Story?
story involving multiple texts to tell.
girl one: tell me your dumb ass story.
girl two: are you sure its definitely a multi-text story?
girl one: yea bitch.
The advertisement phrase used during commercial breaks of ESPN+ broadcasts.
Narrator: "Live sports, ESPN+ originals, the exclusive home of the complete 30 for 30 library, exclusive articles and tools, top leagues and tournaments, best stories in sports on ESPN+!"
A pointless story, not relating anyway, or to anything in the current conversation.
"I'm standing cause I like to stand." "...Sophomore story."
Meaning some one wants you to fuck their ass senceless, like,
Tracey went out of her bathroom, wearing a thong so tight, it was like she was wearing nothing at all. But she remembered it was to make him horny as fuck and not even let him get her pussy. Jenson was on the bed looking at his phone, when he heard the door open he looked up and his mouth dropped through the earth.
"Fuck, baby," he said, barley a whisper, he then grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on his lap. "Fuck baby, I need you." He started grinding her hips on him, but she stopped him. " Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy, you didn't ask," but he didn't care, he pushed her backwards on her bed and spread her legs, and licked through the fabric of her thong, " Ah-" she stopped her self, trying to torture him even more. He started to pull at the thong, almost ripping it off her, getting a soaked pussy. But Tracey pulled his head away and kissed him passionately. " AH AHHHH AHH," He said inbetween kisses. She started to message his large, now hard, bulged. It was heavy in her small hands, when she reached her hand in his pants. "You horny already, baby?" He moaned in response. "MmmMmmmmMMMM, STOP WITH THE TEASING," He was done with it, angry even. He flipped her legs open, ripped the thong in half, and tossed them to the side. He pumped in two fingers fiercely inside of her. She couldn't control her moans any longer and was now screaming them, the neighbors probably heard, but nether of them cared at all.
That was Jensons and Tracey's fucking, story.
antipickle is a genre of story which features conceited old men who don't recognize they're past their expiration date, act like they're still the shit, and ultimately get tossed in the trash like they deserve.
A: Did you read that new book Circe, by M Miller?
K: Yeah, what a multifaceted antipickle story!