High Brady

Greg Brady gets naked.

Wilt Chamberlin stole my boxer shorts!

Which leads us right in to the NEWEST episode of the Brady Bunch.. you've never seen this one before:

One day Greg was outside mowing the lawn and he had an instant flashback from when he was on LSD 6 years ago. He started seeing spots in front of his eyes ingludin psychedelic flowers zooming out in every direction. In the middle of one of the flowers he sees an image ofhim and Florence Henderson fucking in a garden of snakes.. This starts to disturb Greg very much so he immediately knew what to do. He went right up into his attic/bedroom thing and began stroking his raging hardon. As he pulled down on the base of his cock and slapped his erection against the window sill. Right after he did that he ran over to his door and wiggled his flying boner around in the beads hanging in h\in his doorway.. He was standing there, holding his penis, wiggling his ass, snarling like a mad dog when Carol oops Florence Henderson walked in his room with dad. Dad went over to greg's closet and found a wire coat hanger that was holding Greg's lettermans jacket. He stretched the coat hanger out to fit over Gregs head. He became very short of breath after about a hudren turns of the wire that dad was twisting the wire coat hager began to slice through the skin on Gregs neck. As blood rushed out of the slits on his neck his hemo-system went haywire and his cock began to swell the size of a good size fire hydrent. Florence Henderson wrapped her sweet lips around Greggy's flaming cock. As she deep throated and sucked Greg, he began moaning very loudly. Dad was still behind his twisting the wire that was cutting through Greg's neck. Greg was about to cum, but instead of the normal ejaculation his prick swelled up to the size of a bowling pin and the whole tip of his cock ripped off sending blood down Florence Henderson's throat, all over the room, all over Dad. Greg gave one last gasp for life "Remember Geronimo.....ugh!" and crumpled over, dead. Alice came in and forced a wooden cross through his whole torso. The children were alowed to take turns kicking and hitting Greg's dead corpse. Little Bobby beat Greg's neck with a Little League (tm) official bat until Gregs head popped off. They kick his head down the staris. Those mean children. Those mean children.. these are the word of the announcer that is in their living room the camera draws back and shows a man that looks like Rob's boss on The Dick Van Dyke SHow giving a narrative:

      Thus fondle the morning air.

      We cuddle the night sky.

      We take a bite of the forgotten fruit.

      Our seconds turn to decades.

      The air reeks of wetness. The clubbed grunge.

      Mister, Mister, give me a dime...

      No I ain't got one

      A bit too tight. Slipping through

      Finding out , what reality's all about.

      A few more steps, and the visual victim is mine.

      A casual pass. A careful glance.

      Wishing wanting. Melting this into one thing. An old       peace pipe a weathered horn

      bullets shot in the war

      Quick. Pick up your pace. There's some thing

      a'waitin for you!

      The line the time the brine the Yabba dabba doo in

      my way

      Wont stop for anything better than this

      Crush the rocks with your tongue.

A band of ss troopers storm in and spray the narrator with AK47 gunfire. The credits start to roll. You see the normal Brady Bunch "tic-tac-toe" board but the background music is the theme from the Dick Van Dyke Show. Only Greg's bloody tongue is in his square. .. The end.