I.
"Sweet jesus" said Howe. His bootyflap fluttered in the moonlight. "Jesus answer my call".
Howe's booty swayed back and forth rhythmically with the gentle push of the wind.
Mmm, tingly. Howe's booty had a mind of its own. Some would even say Howe was his own booty, himself. Who knew. Only Howe and his booty
"Sweet Jeeeesus" Howe mumbled to himself. "Ooooooooh". His booty started to vibrate in a slight erratically fluctuating hum.
More like EROTIC. HeeeeeeHowe's bum finished its ritual.
It's ready.
Howe buttoned up his booty flap. Now it was time to wait. Time to wait. Hours went by. Howe's booty started to tingle.
"OooooOoihhh" Howe oinked uncontrollably.
"OINKOINKOINOOOOOOOOIIIIIBABBBBYOOIIINK"
*Snip*"I am Howe. I am become death, destroyer of worlds"
Howe's penis was not attached properly.
"Zoinks!'
Howe needed masking tape and gorilla glue. He went to the hardware store to buy some.
"Oh darn, I seem to have forgotten my wallet"
"Oh"
"Bye"
Howe gave up on reattaching his penis.
'I'll do it later" he said to his Barrack Obama poster on the wall.
II.
Howe went to the grocery store.