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Simpsons Porn Story. Unlikely Babysitters

There was fear in Milhouse’s eyes.  The sight was not unfamiliar as any sane person put into the same situation would feel the same.  At least, anyone without as much guts as Bart Simpson, his best friend.  But Milhouse, as always, had caved to his friend’s demand.  He never could resist his friend’s influence.  In many ways, the blue haired boy looked up to Bart. Though his couldn’t agree to his chaotic nature, Milhouse admired and desired the rebel’s spark of life and courage, and so he followed him everywhere, hoping some of it would rub off of him.

The scenery in the distance seemed still, but the ground broke the illusion as it sped along its erratic path.  The radio controlled car, adorned with five powerful bottle rockets, raced past car after car parked alongside Evergreen Terrace.  Milhouse worried that the small car might do some serious damage to them, but Bart cared not, instead cheering it on as it almost collided with Flanders’ humble Geo, swerving at the last moment through some flaw in the pavement.

Finally, much to the blue haired boy’s relief, it veered to the center of the street just as the explosives detonated, sending last year’s birthday present into a fiery oblivion.  Bart wasted no time in rushing to the smoldering wreckage and Milhouse followed soon after.

“Woah, look at the blast marks in the pavement!” Bart said as he approached the melting plastic.  It didn’t look like a car anymore, just a red and blue splatter of goo, the memories being all that remained of the toy.  Bart took a deep breath of the fumes.

“Ahh.  Smells like victory, doesn’t it Milhouse?”

But the boy didn’t want to take the acrid smoke in as he knew the dangers of plastic smoke.  But he also knew that telling his buddy would have been useless and would just make Bart laugh at him and call his knowledge stupid, so he kept silent.  In any case, the spiky haired boy wasn’t looking at him, he was too busy nudging the wreckage with his shoe.  He was fascinated by the mess he had caused and briefly wondered if he could do some more reckless damage to anything.  But failing to find anything suitable to destroy and growing tired with the plastic mess, he trotted over to the sidewalk in front of his house, waving to his friend to follow as he scrapped the sticky substance from his shoe. Read the rest of this entry »