Imago said:

"I need to call Morris Day"
Morris shows up
Prince: "Morrisday meet Morrissey"
Morris look at Morrissey
Morris: Your Hair is.....
[Edited 5/19/06 20:05pm]

You all are so creative. You guys don't wanna hear my stories about Prince. They are SOOO X rated!

Krystal666 said:

And Imago's steamy scene between Prince and Morrissey wasn't x-rated?

Fauxie said:

Imago you should really be writing for SNL. You'd save them!

Krystal666 said:

I do my best

lilgish said:

fantastic.
Morrissey: Thanks man, my stylist...HEY!! My hair is different!
Morrissey ran to the mirror and was horrified! His whole appearance was changing!!
Prince: Oops! I better explain. You see when people from my planet have same sex ...ahem..relations....

"...their bodies tend to shrivel up, turn to dust, and fade away. Because the Almighty Jehovah will not accept same sex relations. IT'S WRONG MORRISSEY!!!".


BEEP - BEEP - BEEP!!!

...Prince's eyes awaken and he bleary eyed looks at his purple alarm clock. It reads 7am. He realizes what happened to him and Morrissey was just a dream. A bad dream. He looks over to his left and Mani is snuggled up to him sleeping softly. But then he looks up at the edge of his bed and Mayte is standing there wearing a trenchcoat with nothing underneath it. In her right hand is a semi-automatic. In her left hand is a pack of condoms. She glazes a real cold stare at him and says....

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE ORG...
BrownSugar is having problems.

'This cold is kicking my Ass!' She exclaimed in her thread.

'My eyes hurt, my head hurts, my nose hurts, my nose is stopped up AND running, my body is sore and i got chills; my mommy was here and told me i was warm. now i have this cough that hurts i can't believe i went to work today! i will never do it again. they let me leave early. i'm gonna drink some tea and chill. funny this cold has made me hungry, i just had a turkey club. i think i'm gonna go get a burger.'

So she did go for that burger and ran into no other than....
[Edited 5/20/06 13:27pm]

SPYZFAN1 said:

Mayte:the monkey told me where to find you.

(and then he wakes to the sound of slow clapping from atop the armoire. Bubble's sits with legs crossed, having his breakfast.)

(It was a dream within a dream)

Bubbles: You can't get out of this one with the old dream trick. BTW, Morrisey your hair doesn't look "fantastic" it looks like a bad case of Jungle Love. Very entertaining, though...but you had him where you wanted him. Should'a made 'em wait for the banana. That's what I would do, anyway.

(He tosses Morrisey a banana.)

Bubbles: Zelaria, I'd love to stay and see the trouble you're about to make, but I'm a working monkey now.

(Bubble's cell phone rings)

Bubbles: Yeah Geraldo, I got it all.
(Bubbles puts the lid on his camera and leaps onto the window sill)

Bubbles: You know, the food here isn't half bad...you must try the kiwi crepes.
(and Bubbles is gone)

Prince: Someone call the police and put out an NPG on the monkey.

Shortly after, there's a knock at the door but it isn't the police, it's...

Shortly after, there's a knock at the door but it isn't the police, it's..
Imago.

'Excuse me Prince' Imago says, 'I need to talk to you about.....
[Edited 5/20/06 15:04pm]

“Hello, Prince, “ Imago said.
“Oh Shit, not you again, “ Prince said in dismay, “what have I done now?”

“In my hand I hold the numbers to all the people you’ve called in the lat 12 months. It appears you’ve made repeated calls to Larry Graham, a suspected terrorist, whose crime is well documented—he influenced you to release crap music for years and years, nearly destroying your career.”

“But, I’ve changed, “ Prince said shaking his head, “3121 had songs about love making in them.”

“We all know you’ve released 3121 simply to quell the natives and that you have no intentions of promoting it. Rather, you’re hiding out at Larry’s place conjuring up more musical atrocities with his artistic vision.”

Prince knew that his ruse was over. Imago lead him to a secret police car and drove him to a small grey building not too far from Paisley Park.

After what seemed like several hours of waiting in the room alone, in walked a figure dressed in an expensive business suite but with a dreadfully cheap looking haircut. It was Donald Rumsfeld.

“OH SHIT!!!, “ Prince said, “ WHY’s IT GOT 2 BE YOU AGAIN?????”
“Calm, Down, “ Prince, “Donald said, “We’re not interested in your financial dealings with the entire Crystal Ball debacle anymore. “We’re after bigger fish now—namely, Larry Graham.”
“How long is this interview going to last?” Prince asked.
“It could take minutes, “ Donald said, “It could take days. I’m not willing to give a timeline.”
Prince knew what Don was getting at. He could be there indefinitely, and before he’d answered all the question, he may have to endure hours of cold water, sleep deprivation, and those dogs! Those awful dogs!

“OK, Look, “ Prince says, “Can those two soldiers leave the room? I have something I want to propose to you.”
“Hugo, Sawyer, “Donald said, “Why don’t you join Jack, Kate, and Hurly outside?”

Prince leaned across the table, his shirt half unbuttoned so that Don could see his chest hair leading down to his belly.
“We could, “ Prince continued, “ do this the hard way…. Or, we could do this THE FUN WAY. ”

It was only moments before the door was locked so the other agents couldn’t get in. Don’s clothes had already been removed and Prince was naked down except for his high heels and man panties.

Prince pushed Rumsfeld against the cold concrete wall kissing his and running his firm yet soft hands up and down Rumsfeld’s love handles, massaging and tugging on them as he they were handle bars and he was going to ride the preverbal bicycle of love!

Rumsfeld had his hand rapped around Prince during their extreme kissing embrace—the kissing scenes from purple rain looked like polite affairs compared to the heaving breathing, equally heavy petting mess this scene was. Rumsfeld moved his hands down Prince’s back as they kissed, scratching lightly at his skin until they moved down to the back of his tight manties, pulling the elastic away from Prince’s firm, shaved, buttocks, and massaging each lobe like it was dough being kneaded for the oven. Within seconds Prince’s usual slurping and moaning sounds esculated as Rumsfeld’s fingers had breached his black hole of love, in and out, in and out slowly and deeply. Prince’s moaning now sounded a bit like a mother Moose morning the death of her calf or some shit like that.

Suddenly Prince was picked up by Rumsfeld.
“hey now, “ Prince said, trying not to yell loud enough to disturb the guards, “ Don’t pick me up too high—I get dizzy when I’m this far off the ground.”
Giggling about this, Rumsfield, laid Pince gently on the interigation table, and pushed aside the legal documents and pictures of prominent liberals and Hillary Clinton, laying Princes now completely naked body on the table. Well, naked save for his high heels.

Prince stared from the brightly lit ceiling to down to the head of the man who was servicing his completely erect member, watching Don’s head bob slowly up and down, slapping it occasionally against his face, licking it like it was a lollipop. I’ve always wondered what this looked like to Bush, Prince surmised

Suddenly Prince’s eyes popped open widely. Don’s tongue had breached his brown eye of love! His New Power Pillar of Passion!

“yes, Don, “ Prince continued.
“hhhrrmrmr rhrrmrmr hrrmrmr greererrrrr” Don replied, “bloblblbablablablalbalalbalb rprprprp”
“yes, Don, “ Prince continued.
Don’s face emerged, Shiny with spit, but smelling obviously a bit like ass.

Don said seductively, “It’s time to be serviced by Mr Winky.”
Prince looked at Don’s erect Penis. fuck, he thought to himself, it looks more like Mr. Wrinkly! It was a long, circumcised penis, with a thick grey bush to crown it, and so much scrotum hair that it looked half-way between a Yeti and a bird’s nest.
Within seconds Prince’s legs were pushed back over nearly to his shoulders and Don was upon him.
“Yes, yes yes” Prince moaned.
“Fuck yes, “ Don replied.
“Oh FUCK HELL YES!!!, “ Prince said.
“I’m fucking you beter than Warner’s ever did aren’t I?” Don replied.
“Oh Fuck yes, “ Prince said with exhaustion and excitement, “Make like this man pussy is Iraq and invade the shit out of it Don!! ”
“yes yes yes yes yes”



Later that afternoon, Prince walked in slowly to studio B at Paisley Park.
“Where have you been?” Rhonda asked him.
“Just messin’ around” Prince replied, exhausted.

“Well, some lady stopped by and gave me this letter to give you. She wouldn’t’ tell me her name.”…..



know/now edit
[Edited 5/20/06 16:36pm]

[note regards above post: It was supposed to be Krystal666 not Zelaria. Sometimes I just read the post...seemed like something she would say.]

Imago said:

The letter reads:

Prince,
You don't know us but we've been watching you.
Get out of that org story...they're making you very gay.
There's about to be a knock on the door...If you want to know more, follow the white rabbit.


Knock Knock....

I'm tapped.

I just want to say I love this thread!

Imago said:

That's quite obvious. ^_^ Rumsfeld and Prince? >.<

RUHip2TheJive said:

Yes it is...and he probably has the after-glow to prove it

knock knock

"Yes?" Prince answers.

"Open the door" says the voice from behind the door.

Prince opens the door and sees... Larry Graham! He quickly checks the time on his clock: 7am. Then he runs to the calendar: It is YESTERDAY - GROUNDHOG DAY!

Prince realises he is going to have to re-live all the Donald Rumsfeld sex again. A smile creeps upon his face. Then quickly disappears when he realises that last time he was in his house, and now he is in the studio. It CAN'T be groundhog day.

Someone was fucking with him. And it wasn't just Morissey.

Prince grabbed his coat and guitar and headed out to his car. He drove off down the street and a black van followed him...

mattperry said:

it was vanity and bruce leroy-vanity needed a ride to princes. she called everyone in her cell phone but bruce was the only one available.

ugh ..hey bruce this is vanity i need a ride to PP can you help me out? thanks bruce called her back straight away and off they went.....all the while there bruce insisted that she looked stressed and maybe she meditate some. vanity said she was fine but asked if she could play some music? "sure" he repiled.all the way to PP vanity had to listen to kool moe dee's greatest hits she couldnt wait to get out the car.

finally they arrived at PP and waited "i wonder if i should just go inside and ask for him? i mean i am vanity and all....what do you think bruce?"
"i AM the master". thats nice honey replied vanity. just then---a small figure appeared in the distance...OMMGGG THERES PRINCE!@@!!! FOLLOW HURRY!!!! they set off on down the street behind him.

they trailed prince for what seemed like a half hr when....

Prince’s vehicle was moving very fast swerving in and out of traffice, tacking sudden turns onto other roads.

Before long, it was winding down unfamiliar country roads, and into the wilderness. His driver had long ago lost the crowd following him, but now they were completely lost in some type of forest.

The engine finally stopped, as the vehicle ran out of gas. The driver got out of the vehicle to stretch his legs and to see if his cellphone could pick up a signal to call for a tow.

Prince got out to go pee. He walked off the road into the woods to find a tree to pee behind when he saw it. It was large and furry, looking like a mix between a man and one of the apes from Planet of the Apes . It was approaching the driver but before the driver could react, the Big Foot Creature had already bitten off the head of the driver. Blood was everywhere and it sent chills up and down Prince's spine. It was gruesome.

Without thinking Prince started running as fast as he could in away from the scene, his pants still half way down, his bits ‘n’ pieces bouncing and spackling him with fowl smelling urine. Faster he ran, breathing loudly and unable to control his panic, branches of trees smacking his face. Within minutes he found himself in a small clearing with a stream at the opposite end.

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, when he realized the Big Foot was standing directly behind him, he could smell it’s breath on his neck.

He turned around terrified and looked at it in its eyes. “oh lawd, “ Prince said, “please don’t eat me.” The Big Foot looked down at him and responded, “Rrrrrrgh!” Prince was about to dash backwards towards the stream as quickly as he could, when he realized the creature was massaging his balls (Prince’s pants were still down to his knees).

“Oh My Gawd, “ Prince said, “my sexual attractiveness transcends humanoid….” Before he could finish his sentence, the Big Foot was upon him, it’s huge furry penis now inserted in Prince’s anus.

“ouch!” Prince said, enjoying it as much as being completely horrified.
“rrrrr” Big Foot responded.
“yes, yes yes” Prince
“rrrrr rrrrr rrrrr” Big Foot.
Prince’s anus felt like a glove much to small for the person wearing it.
The Big Foot bit his neck, drawing blood. Prince whined and moaned in pain, but enjoying it the entire time. The Yeti’s penis felt like a large piece of poo exiting and in a cruel twist of fate, re-entering so it could re-exit, over and over again…. Over and over again. Over and over again.
“yes, yes yes”
“rrrr, rrrr rrrr”
This went on for about 1.5 to 2 hours—it was hard to tell, but when it was all said and done, Prince lay on the ground exhausted and the Big Foot creature had disappeared in the woods as quickly as it had appeared.

“Lawd, “ Prince said panting like a dog, “that brought me back to being on the basketball team.”

He got up to find his way back to the highway……


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[Edited 5/22/06 4:55am]

This novel is some scary sh**!

SHOCKADELICA1 said:

A good story needs some suspense!

Imago said:

Is that you in your avatar?!?

Webhead said:

no. It's a friend of mine. A real queen, but nice to look at.

Imago said:

...and he is greeted by a white rabbit.

White Rabbit: (nervous and jittery) Help me!...I know that you're supposed to follow me but, quite frankly, I'm afraid. Everything that enters this story, Imago turns gay...look at you, you're a hot pink mess...and Bigfoot, thats great American Folklore. Gay!

Look man, I have a Mrs. to get home to and a legacy of reproduction to upkeep. Help me before Imago gets to me too...I don't wanna be another bunny on the DL. I have to find the portal out of here and you have to help me.

Prince:(tired and overcome by this story) I'm in no position to help anyone.

White Rabbit:But you are...you just don't know it yet. You must believe Prince. You must believe...because you're the one.

Prince: (frustrated and angry) Did you see what that beast just did to me?!...that kind of thing doesn't happen to "the one". I watch movies too.

Prince storms off and down the highway on foot. White Rabbit follows close behind. The still air immediately begins to stir. The leaves rustle and light eminates a pathway leading him to what must be the portal home. They both rush enthusiastically forward only to be confronted with a challenge. Before them lay 3 doorways.

White Rabbit: Door 1 will get you back to your purple palace and to your 3121 children and their nagging mothers. Door 2 will get out of this story and back to you millions of nagging, complaining fans.

Prince: (sighs then pauses ) How 'bout door 3?

White Rabbit: That one's for me.
(White Rabbit enters the doorway) Choose wisely, my friend.

The door vanishes.

Prince thinks for a long moment and then steps into door....

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[Edited 5/22/06 10:26am]

anon said:[quote]

White Rabbit: (nervous and jittery) Help me!...I know that you're supposed to follow me but, quite frankly, I'm afraid. Everything that enters this story, Imago turns gay...look at you, you're a hot pink mess...and Bigfoot, thats great American Folklore. Gay!

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lol... You guys are so creative...