Flippity floppity go her labia minora as Kathy Ireland runs from the big hard rapist. It, the fli-fluh, was happening her labia majora were ineffectual in preventing.

But on this rapish night, her inspiringly long vaginal lips, which had on so many occasions caused her grief and visits to the ground via tripping, was to be an advantage.

Flip flap, flip flap, she runs. And the rape man follows. Kate, who, in her state if panicked confusion, at that very moment decided she would begin (surviving this of course) the paperwork necessary to finally change her name to how she’d always wanted it, “Mommy Longlips”, turned to take a great good gander at her pursuer.
She saw him bouldering towards her, big and black in the night. It’s when she saw the wart on his junk, gleaming by the headlights of the cars who would pass by and honk and speed away, that she really, I mean REALLY, got to running.

Flip flap flip flap, flofloflofloflo, uh oh, what’s this? her lips are – no – they’re acting as a set of wings! Look! Hark! There she goes! Propelled away by the beefy things that caused her to become a target for the mad rapist now shaking his fist powerlessly at the sky where she flies in the first place.

Where will she go? To what extent, exactly, does she have control over her newfound, and glorious, brown-winged mode of transport? She shifts her weight to the side, as on a motorcycle, but the flofloflo won’t let her budge. She cocks a leg, as a dog to pee on a hydrant, and: success! she turns, motating amazingly to her will. She does a 180 to look back at her rapist-hopefull. He is a speck, a wart on the sidewalk. She is gone. To fly toward Voyager 1 to recover that golden record and to hawk it at a pawn shop for the sweet sweet green.

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