Thread: Continue The Story

and play poker for 7 hours

until the milkman arrives with his lily white

flagons of ice cold juice. Wife, for so she was called,

liked to guzzle the cream, fresh and steamy

straight from the source. George would watch in awe as

she knelt on the cold hard floor, glistening in the

moonlight, and slowly, silently removed the top of her

crusty undies to reveal curdeled and somewhat sour

pringles chips, the cheese and onion ones, she'd been saving

for george as he gets hungry after ravenous sex

. The problem was that George couldn't, he just couldn't possibly

do what she was asking of him, it was not

Christian, Muslim or even safe. Let alone physically possible, or

Pleasant. So, 'crusty' went out to the chicken pen

and grabbed the fattest hen in the pen.

And then went off to.....

choke the chicken, while videotaping george insert

his newly purchased rubik's cube into

a round box, this confused george immensely

for inside the box was a small tubby thing with a smile

, he had seen one similar before, but the thought of

forcing a rubik cube into the box and damaging that

delicate membrane which he may be able to enjoy later

. George called in frustration. "Crusty you whore, where are you?"

There was no response, not even a wimper so George >