Hanukkah this year will begin in the evening of Sunday, November 28, 2021 (Thanksgiving weekend in USA) and end in the evening of Monday, December 6
If you observe this holiday, might want to adjust plans around the holiday weekend (if in USA)
If you don't observe, at least avoid wishing folks a Happy Hannukah three to four weeks later when it will be long past.. . .
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Mystery Inc. had seen all manner of strange things throughout the years, but nothing could prepare “those meddling kids” for what transpired that chilly October evening…
The gang was investigating what was being described as a “virus” in a small coastal town; all the men had allegedly transformed into bigger, burlier, and beastlier versions of themselves. What’s more: they were all gay, and their libidos were off the charts.
Velma insisted that she and Daphne investigate alone, but Shaggy couldn’t resist the urge to stowaway. Sure enough, when the Mystery Machine pulled into the hotel that evening, Shaggy was unrecognizable. Muscles shot out from every part of the formally lanky stoner, tearing right through his large green shirt.
The girls (being the only smart ones, as per usual) immediately placed Shaggy in quarantine, locking him in the van while they figured out just what the hell was going on. But poor Fred couldn’t resist his urges either. He had to see just how dangerous this virus really was.
The Mystery Machine creaked and groaned all night long. Daphne assumed Shaggy had just been pleasuring himself, staving off that insatiable need to breed. But when she opened the van doors the following morning, she let out a blood-curdling scream; Fred—her Freddy—was on all fours, moaning like a bitch in heat while Shaggy decimated his ass from behind.
The new Fred looked as if he spent all his time at the gym instated of solving mysteries. Bulging biceps strained against his skin-tight sleeves, a pair of pecs pulled at the remaining buttons on his shirt, and thick blond scruff had overtaken his once smooth skin.
Fred arched his back and stroked his cock (which she did not remember being that huge), and Daphne watched in horror as the horny himbo who used to be her boyfriend blew his wad all over the floor. As he did, Shaggy took both hands and gripped the roof of the van, flaring his big guns and barrel chest as he bucked his fifth consecutive load into Fred’s eager ass.
Perhaps this was all for the best, urged a quiet voice in the back of Daphne’s mind. She was better off with Velma anyway.
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