SEVEN SWEDISH BEAUTIES AND ONE IRISH DWARF
By Matthew Green
Once upon a time seven swedish, blond, busty and fit while managing not to be overly muscular, beauties lived in a cottage in the woods. It was a quiet life, consisting only of regular runs and evening swims, in order to keep fit and attractive in the hope that one day they may encounter a specimen of that bizarre species known as male who would father their children.
It would be a menage a aucht, any man’s fantasy (or at least, any perverts fantasy).
One day, an irish dwarf who was walking through the woods while on holiday came across a rather nice looking cottage,
"Bagora," he said, "this looks like a nice place, to be sure, I think I’ll go inside."
So, jimmying the door open with his credit card, he went inside.
The house was completely empty, except for a few dirty dishes and some female attire strewn about the place.
"I’ll let the women who own this house clean up later, to be abso-positively bloody certain!" he said, laying down on a rather inviting sofa.
Upon returning from an archaeological expedition up in the mountains (for these females were more than beauties they had minds as well, to be sure, and they had to earn a living, the bills don’t pay themselves) the swedish beauties found the door to their cottage ajar.
They burst into their house, intent on attacking any burglar who had it in their mind to take advantage of them and, spotting the dwarf asleep on their couch, they mauled him to death.
And everyone lived happily ever after.