Laurie

Snake feels her hand go up and down his shaft. Her mouth, he thinks, was designed for suck-jobs. He lies back on her bed as the sun slowly rises. The sun slowly illuminates Laurie’s bedroom.  He smiles and looks down at her bobbing, parted-in-the-middle, long brown hair. She looks up and stares him in the eyes. It’s at this point, he realizes that Laurie’s skin is completely orange. “Is it the crank?” he wonders.But at that moment, the only thing that matters, is that sweet, sweet mouth. And the way she swallows his cum, like he’s  a god.

There’s a quick knock at the door. And before Snake can zip up his pants, Tracy is in her soft pajamas and her sweet, high-pitched voice she chirps, “Laurie? Mommy has breakfast for you and your guest.”

Laurie turns around and licks her glistening lips.

Meanwhile, Snake sits down at the breakfast table. Keith is already out the door mumbling something about, “I’ll grab some donuts on the way.” Danny is pouting in the corner, glaring at his pancakes. Chris is eating his pancakes very quickly, as his eyes roll back in his head. Snake turns and looks at Laurie. It’s not the crank, he realizes. Her skin is completely orange. Shirley calls out from the kitchen, “You guys hungry?”

Laurie says, “Not really, Mom! I just ate” She looks over at Snake and winks.

Shirley starts to ask what she means, but Laurie cuts her off, laughing. “Just kidding, Mom. We’re starving.”

Shirley comes out of the kitchen and places a hot plate of flapjacks in front of Snake. He smiles and thanks her. She then places a plate in front of Laurie. It’s empty. But then Snake sees a bag of carrots in Shirley’s hands. “I got you your favorite.”

Shirley then undoes the twist-tie and pours the entire bag of carrots on her plate. Laurie tucks in. In a matter of minutes, she’s eaten at least twelve carrots. Shirley wraps her arm around Laurie, and as she rubs her shoulder she says to Snake, “Isn’t she a good girl?”

Snake smiles and says, “Yeah, she’s great” and squeezes her thigh under the table.

Shirley smiles and then has a serious look. “Snake. I don’t think you realize how great Laurie is.”

Snake starts to explain that he really digs Laurie, when Danny cuts him off and says, “Listen with your eyes and not with your hands.”

He turns and looks at Laurie and almost screams. Her eyes are as orange as a Blythe doll and she’s naked. She stands up, her skin glowing like a thousand orange groves. She whispers into Snakes ear, “Would you like to see everything? Would you like to know everything?”

Snake nervously says, “Sure, babe. Do you have some angel dust or something?”

All the Partridges laugh except for Laurie. “Are you ready, Snake?”

He just nods his head, yes. She takes her orange hands and lays them on his hairy head. His eyes roll back and turn orange. At that moment, he feels like his body is being shot through with a million volts of electricity that’s a song and a language all at once. And then, just like that, he is gone. On the chair is a pile of ashes. Laurie cries out, “Oh, Mom! Am I ever gonna find a boyfriend who’s not a complete goof?”

“One day, honey. You just have to understand, you’re not like other girls.”

Keith

Tracy is coloring in her coloring book at the back of the bus. She looks down and sees something underneath one of the chairs. She gets up, and slides off the chair. Her sweet, little tambourine  fingers pick up something. She puts it to her face and looks. It’s a long, balloon-like thing full of a thick, white gel. She walks up to Laurie, “Laurie? What is this?”

Laurie smiles and says, “That’s your brother.”

Tracy says, “What do you mean?”

Laurie laughs and says, “Go talk to mom.”

Tracy’s adorable, little feet take her to the front of the bus. Her mom is nervously driving. “Mom? What’s this?”

Shirley looks down and sees the used scum bag. She smiles and says, “That could very well be the Savior of the Human Race.”

Later that day, Tracy has tied some blue yarn around the rubber bag and has fashioned herself a necklace. She places it to her mouth, kissing it and says, “I love you Keith.”

The next Monday at school, Keith is called into the principle’s office. Mr. Skinner is furious. “Keith, I’ve called  your mother already. She’s on her way down to pick you up. Do you realize what the female students are doing?”

Keith’s big toothy smile mouth says, “Hey, man. I have no idea. What gives?”

“Well, Keith!” Mr. Skinner explodes. They’re wearing used profolactics full of male ejaculate as necklaces. I had a problem with long hair and mini skirts. But this has gone way too far! What is the meaning of this?! They keep kissing them and saying, “I love you, Keith Partridge”.”

Keith looks real serious and says, “Gee, Mr. Skinner. I guess the time has finally come. No pun intended.”

Mr. Skinner screams, “Do you think you’re being cute, Keith Partridge?! You’ll see how cute you feel when your mother gets here!”

At that moment, Mr. Skinner’s intercom buzzes and a voice crackles, “A Mrs. Partridge here to see you, Sir.”

“Send her in!”

Shirley walks into the office and sits down with her pink purse in her green, mini dress lap. She asks, “So, why did you call me? Did Keith do something wrong?”

Mr. Skinner looks uncomfortable but finally pulls out one of the full rubbers tied with orange yarn. Shirley laughs, “Oh, that. Wow! That’s really taking off. My daughter Tracey started that fashion when she found one of Keith’s used scum bags on the tour bus. Apparently, even though I told my son not to do this, he went ahead and groped a groupie after the gig. And because Keith’s a messy boy, he forgot to clean up after himself. It’s like talking to a wall when I tell him to take out the trash.”

Mr. Skinner looks completely confused. “Mrs. Partridge. Do you realize how serious this is?”

Shirley looks at him, stands up and says, “Do you know how serious this is? Behold the resurrection and the glory. Sitting before you is the Chosen Fun. Night’s fading, Mr. Skinner. Soon, all the children will wear used scum bags. But they won’t just wear them. They’ll drink from them. Because Keith is the Divine Seed of God. Do you know who God is, Mr. Skinner?”

At this moment, Keith gets on his hands and knees and bows before his mother and Shirley continues, “I am God. I am the All. I created you and everything else.”

Shirley looks down at her son and says, “The time for bowing to me is over. It is time for the world to bow to you.”

And with that, Keith stands up and removes all of his clothes. When Mr. Skinner sees the size of his cock, he realizes that a new morning has dawned. And then he hears singing. Keith grabs his hand and they walk into the hallways that are empty. They walk outside into the courtyard and all the students are there. Keith reaches out his hands and says, “I think I love you. But you didn’t even say a word. You didn’t have to.”

Danny

 

He was the only child that caused Shirley to scream when she gave birth. If you listen really, really carefully, you can still hear that scream today. It’s called Reality. Every major religion franchise has a really, with-it instigator. The Partridge Family Temple has Danny Partridge. He’s had other handles; Loki, Coyote, Hermes, the Hamburglar, Satan, Ashton Kutcher…I think your TV reception is clear.

Shirley Partridge is in a dark, TV studio that stretches to infinity. A man, bald on top with white hair on the sides and wearing a beige suit with a blue dress shirt and pink tie walks up to her. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes”, she replies. “There’s no going back, you understand. Once we do this, it’s done.” Shirley smiles. “That’s why I came to you.”

The friendly bald man points to the left of him. There, in the black studio is a gigantic, queen-sized bed with a pattern of swirling red and orange sheets. Next to the bed is a bottle of liquor. The man opens it and pours a glass for both of them. Shirley sips from the cup, slowly. Then she starts to unzip her dress. She helps the man remove his clothes and they climb into bed. She straddles him and guides him in. He lets out an amazed shout of excitement. She starts to ride him, quicker and quicker, her back soft with sweat. Her face flushed.

As they ball, many TV monitors turn on and on each one, is a different image. Cities burn to the ground and war and great conflict fill the screens. Children scream. Earthquakes. Typhoons. The studio fills with the sound of human misery. And yet, in the midst of it, the sound of great beauty fills the studio as Shirley cries out as she orgasms over and over. The man throws back his head exhausted as he explodes into the most beautiful woman he’s ever made love to. She smiles and lays back. “Care for a smoke?” he asks.

“Normally, I’d say no, but today, why not?”

As they smoke in bed, they watch the TV monitors. They flicker in and out, static and vague images. Finally, the reception clears and on each one, is the same image. A small, orange-haired boy, his face freckled. He’s wearing green dungarees and an orange and white-striped t-shirt. On his feet, a pair of beat-up white sneakers with blue and yellow stripes on the side. As the child walks down the street, he flicks orange freckles from his face igniting trees and shrubbery. He laughs and goes onto the next tree. Soon the neighborhood is in flames. Finally, there’s a close-up of his face on the TV monitor. He’s smiling.

Shirley turns to the man and says, “We did it. It couldn’t have been done without you.”

The man bows his head and says, “It was an honor. I just hope you know what you’ve done.”

Shirley throws her head back and laughs.

Danny Partridge barrels into the house, “Mom! Mom! I’m hungry. When’s dinner going to be ready? Can I have a turtle for a pet? Do you think I can save up in a year and buy a plane? If I get straight A’s, can I buy an army and invade a small country and become king?”

Shirley smiles and says, “Have a brownie and a glass of milk and watch TV.”

Danny grabs the brownie and starts to gulp the milk as he sits in front of the TV. The commercial ends and Candid Camera begins. Danny screams out, “Groovy! My favorite TV show is on!”

Shirley’s face flushes as she remembers that day, years ago, when she got it on with a bald man in the TV studio. How he kept slapping her ass and saying, “Smile, baby. You’re on Candid Camera.”

DANNY MADE ME DO IT!

Do you like the color orange?

Do you like freckles?

Do you like burning entire cites to the ground?

Then…do we have a god for you!

Danny Partridge!

 

Switched-On Chants

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The Partridge Family Temple loves you, and would like to turn you on to some switched on chants.

When you’re not feeling well, chant this for a half-hour sitcom, with or without commercials:

“Plop, Plop. Fizz, Fizz. Oh, What A Relief God Is”

“Plop, Plop. Fizz, Fizz. Oh, What A Relief God Is”

“Plop, Plop. Fizz, Fizz. Oh, What A Relief God Is”

“Plop, Plop. Fizz, Fizz. Oh, What A Relief God Is”

“Plop, Plop. Fizz, Fizz. Oh, What A Relief God Is”

Here is a Golden Honey Comb oldie:

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

“Chocolate Bar, There You Are”

Always works. What it means? That’s up to you to Flash on.

This is a great chant any day of the week, but is especially powerful on Sunday:

Drooper Fleegle Drooper Fleegle

Snorky Bingo Snorky Bingo

Fleegle Snorky Fleegle Snorky

Drooper Bingo Drooper Bingo

This is a lovely, Secret Annex mantra:

Hide Anne Seek

Hide Anne Seek

Hide Anne Seek

Hide Anne Seek

Hide Anne Seek

Hide Anne Seek

Do this until you fall asleep or wake up. Either one will bliss off the Brown Goblins.

God has many names. One of them is All Washing Detergent. This chant is very calming and cleansing. If you like, bongos, sitar, flute, acoustic guitar, tabla and finger bells can be used. Also, this chant works really well in a picnic setting:

All is Knowing

All is Flowing

All is Knowing

All is Flowing

All is Knowing

All is Flowing

All is Knowing

All is Flowing

All is Knowing

All is Flowing

You can do this FOREVER!

Shirley Partridge keeps a clean pad.