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........."Do you think it will swallow?"

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

........."Do you think it will swallow?"

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(ed.note: GREAT Lines you 2!)...but the story continues....

...."what kind of train did you have in the day, MW?"....." Lionel, of course, John, but you look like a narrow gauge sort of chap, I'm bettin' you had those American Flyers,right?"...."Right as rain, mate!".says John...the bellowing locomotive is fast approaching spewing coal smoke, wheels churning , sparks flying from the iron rails....must be doin' sixty approaching the station.....the roving headlight playing over the scene as only two kids reliving their youth can visualize it....
they tense, prepare for the melding of steel and flesh...."Come on Train!", John screams into the night, grabbing his crotch in anticipation....but, Monkey pulls away at the last minute...."Ah, Fuck it mate, let's take the bus instead....did I ever tell you about this Paki chic I helped out one day......"

The Paki Chick

Farina awoke with a remains of a troubled dream still vivid in her mind. The dream revisted every few nights, often as a dark, ominous shape that pressed against her subconcious mind. Other times it flashed brightly causing her night sweats and nightmares.
Today it was different and left her trembling...The dream-man always acted the same on the Number 5 morning bus out of Portsmouth. Courteous and cool, but his eyes had a strange glint about them she thought. Deep set eyes hidden by protruding brows gave him a mysterious, almost foreboding appearance. Monkey like, yes! She thought. A man trapped in the body of a simian.
She recalled how her hand instictfully recoiled in fear as he offered his to help her down the transit's stairs yesterday morning. His hand was cool, dry, but rough like a workers, yet firm and masculine. She uncomfortably shifted and pulled the pillow closer as she tried to remember the other parts of his face...Were his lips full or thin? Did he have a moustache? Yes, probably, since seeing a man without one would feel strange and out of place to her. Did he smell sweet, she asked herself as her fingers slid down her stomach to her most familiar place. Did he smile at her? Her own demur smile answered back as fingers found moistness...........

pleasure was the emotion felt...

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Quote: Monkey Woods

I zipped-up my fly, and bade the woman farewell...

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Quote: victor nicholas

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Quote: Monkey Woods

I zipped-up my fly, and bade the woman farewell...

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....well, I tried to zip myself up, but got the wilting monster stuck but good, and I yelled to no one in particular......

"Why is everyone in this class looking at my funny?"

There was silence in biology 101 as everyone stared at the near naked teenager playing with himself at the desk in the back of the room.

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Quote: Monkey Woods

...but just then, she let out an enormous, rasping fart...

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Quote: victor nicholas

Close up on the gaping maw of the beast wailing to the heavens.

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...but just then, she let out an enormous, rasping fart...

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...and the pungent odour brought me once again back to my youth, lighting off farts with my mates, playing with my train set, placing those little green asparatame pills in the smokestack as my little Lionel engine circled the Christmas Tree emitting its seductive green haze, causing me to get so high and dreamily excited that I inadvertently.....

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Quote: Morse

emitting its seductive green haze, causing me to get so high and dreamily excited that I inadvertently.....

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masturbated to the christmas tree ornament that looked like grandma while my little sisters watched in awe and terror.....

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Quote: Jalapenoman

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Quote: Morse

emitting its seductive green haze, causing me to get so high and dreamily excited that I inadvertently.....

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masturbated to the christmas tree ornament that looked like grandma while my little sisters watched in awe and terror.....

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...and it was during that signal orgasmic moment that I decided to go to law school and eventually enter politics so I could continue to diddle myself and the people that elected me! With that dizzying thought I announced my utter loyalty to the party that would guide my life............(ed. note: Oh, Boy....this shoud be really F**** good....even Pointer will join in on this one)

....It was then I became a Democratic community activist. I also studied and learned 'roper negro' in my spare time knowing the true ghetto-rats would never trust a mocha-shake kinda guy like myself who spoke like a white man and came from fuckin' Hawaii!
Yes, it was hard diddling people openly. It became easier after awhile especially screwing everyone else I knew in that 'special kindred-spirit kinda way!' I found that people loved it. Yes, they loved how a Harvard educated 'black' politician can do it so smoothly, so legaly, and without shame!

Me 'choking the chicken' daily and people around me pretending I wasn't even though I had the monster in my hands, was wide-eyed and breathing heavily.

Yes, America needs to be properly fucked and fucked often I always say. Wait! Did I really say that........

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

....It was then I became a Democratic community activist. I also studied and learned 'roper negro' in my spare time knowing the true ghetto-rats would never trust a mocha-shake kinda guy like myself who spoke like a white man and came from fuckin' Hawaii!
Yes, it was hard diddling people openly. It became easier after awhile especially screwing everyone else I knew in that 'special kindred-spirit kinda way!' I found that people loved it. Yes, they loved how a Harvard educated 'black' politician can do it so smoothly, so legaly, and without shame!

Me 'choking the chicken' daily and people around me pretending I wasn't even though I had the monster in my hands, was wide-eyed and breathing heavily.

Yes, America needs to be properly fucked and fucked often I always say. Wait! Did I really say that........

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.....let me catch my breath a moment and collect my intellectual own self....I think I just quoted Deval Patrick again...shit...I am getting as bad as Biden on attribution....Rahm, hey Rahm you*f*****, I need an erudite, slick, user of big words and master of international aplomb...get a hold of that chic you quote all the time that has that dual citizenship thing goin'....I think she's black...calls her self "bad mudder ," or somethin'....get her on the payroll...whatever you do, don't call that lawyer guy that caused all the shit up in Guildercrap, where ever the F**** that is....when you get the bitch tell 'er I need her to..............

Because at times like these we knew we could all count on each other, particulary John Boy.

I think I may have created a monster. But, as Dr. Frankenstein before me, I'm fond of it.

Some of you should write for Penthouse or some other skin rag. I'm paying you all a compliment.

The masquerade drew itself up full-height to the top of the trees.

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Quote: victor nicholas

The masquerade drew itself up full-height to the top of the trees.

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...the story dies, long live the story....however since the Madam started this mess, she should at least have to decency to put the final period to it, an epitaph as it were! It's been fun!

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Quote: Morse


...the story dies, long live the story....however since the Madam started this mess, she should at least have to decency to put the final period to it, an epitaph as it were! It's been fun!

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Okay, okay. THE END!

We had a good run though, didn't we? Thanks for playing, I'm glad y'all had fun.

My friends and I used to play this game when we were in high school, it was a lot of fun. We'd get high and come up with the funniest stories...