Pete Townshend loved the attention he was getting. 2 girls crawling all over him all the time. He wouldn't trade it for the world! Christ, it was like a never ending orgasm. Of course, Keith and he were in competition sometimes to see who could fuck the most while being high AND drunk!
 "Peter, it's so awesome of you to let us fuck you all the time!" Kimmy explained as she and Pete lie in the bed. Pete smiled.
 "Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." he said. Aura giggled.
 "Pete, I love it when you are so philosophical." she said. Pete looked at her with an odd expression.
 "Uh, yeah, okay fuck me now AURA!" he screamed.

 A closet was a good place to make out. Of course, make sure you don't get the fucking door jammed! Just ask John and Nicky.
 "It's not my fucking fault, Nic!" John screamed. He stared at her. She was bawling because the door had become jammed while they were macking in there.
 "Well, I'm not the one who had to fall against and moan like a wounded animal either!" she yelled back. John gasped.
 "I sound like a wounded animal when I intend to moan in ecstasy?" he asked. Nicky nodded. She smiled at him kinkily as she placed his hands on her chest.
 "It's only kinky the first time." she whispered, "And by the way, what the fuck is on your nose?" John wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
 "Sugar." he replied. Nicky sighed.
 "It is not."
 "It is so!"
 "It is not!"
 "Is so!"
 "Not!"
 "So!"
 "I give up, John. I really do. Now, be a good boy and give me a fucking kiss." Nicky said.

Keith Moon stared at the apple pie on the kitchen table.
*With a bit of brandy, that wouldn' t be so bad.* he thought. He looked out into the living to see Roger and his faggot boyfriend at it again. He took the pie. He was standing in his boxers. He took a swig of brandy.
 Keith stared at the pie again, contemplating what to do with it. He dropped his boxers which caused Graham to stare in fascination. He crawled onto the table....

                AND BEGAN TO EAT THE APPLE PIE!!!!!!!!!!!! MUAHAAHAHAHA!