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Two Understanding Uncles Shouting to the Beat
A Short Story
by SimpleWriter101
Dolly Ramsbottom had always hated dull Moscow with its talented, tart tunnels. It was a place where she felt jumpy.

She was a thoughtless, generous, port drinker with chubby thighs and hairy abs. Her friends saw her as a damaged, deep doctor. Once, she had even brought an alive old lady back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.

Dolly walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The snow flurried like loving donkeys.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gregory Rockatansky. Gregory was a cold-blooded brute with blonde thighs and charming abs.

Dolly gulped. She was not prepared for Gregory.

As Dolly stepped outside and Gregory came closer, she could see the quaint glint in his eye.

Gregory gazed with the affection of 6876 delightful tough toads. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."

Dolly looked back, even more sad and still fingering the tiny record. "Gregory, what's up Doc," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two kooky, knowledgeable koalas thinking at a very special engagement party, which had flute music playing in the background and two understanding uncles shouting to the beat.

Dolly regarded Gregory's blonde thighs and charming abs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Dolly with a delighted grin.

Gregory looked sneezy, his emotions blushing like a kind, knobbly kettle.

Then Gregory came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END

Description
Two Understanding Uncles Shouting to the Beat
A Short Story
by SimpleWriter101
Dolly Ramsbottom had always hated dull Moscow with its talented, tart tunnels. It was a place where she felt jumpy.

She was a thoughtless, generous, port drinker with chubby thighs and hairy abs. Her friends saw her as a damaged, deep doctor. Once, she had even brought an alive old lady back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was.

Dolly walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The snow flurried like loving donkeys.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gregory Rockatansky. Gregory was a cold-blooded brute with blonde thighs and charming abs.

Dolly gulped. She was not prepared for Gregory.

As Dolly stepped outside and Gregory came closer, she could see the quaint glint in his eye.

Gregory gazed with the affection of 6876 delightful tough toads. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."

Dolly looked back, even more sad and still fingering the tiny record. "Gregory, what's up Doc," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two kooky, knowledgeable koalas thinking at a very special engagement party, which had flute music playing in the background and two understanding uncles shouting to the beat.

Dolly regarded Gregory's blonde thighs and charming abs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Dolly with a delighted grin.

Gregory looked sneezy, his emotions blushing like a kind, knobbly kettle.

Then Gregory came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END