B. McGILLICUDDY
If ever there was a hairy man, Halstrom was it. Furred up from head to toe and just, 'JSUS H CHRST THT GUY IS HAIRY!' material. Not like those dudes in Guinness though, not with the fur-faces. Just below record-holding, we'll call his hairiness, but by anyone's standards, he was definitely too much of a sasquatch to raise any lady's woman wood.
But Genie ain't a lady by nobody's standard but her own. Nuh-uh. As far as the world's concerned, she's a sluttastic whore of a paleolithic woman, for whom a caveman would be just the kind she'd show a likin' fer.
"Hit meh!" She yelled at him as she straddled his naked throw rug of a body.
"Wha?"
"HIT MEH!" So he slapped her face and she got hotter for him and started riding the man like the hulkybear he was, and he subsequently shot a hot shooter right into her cooter.
Nine months-or-about later a little worm inched its way out of that baby-maker, and wouldn't you know it, the little fucker was born sans hair follicles.
B. McGILLICUDDY
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