Thread: Continue The Story

Ah ha! he exclaimed I will run for president of Europe , I meet all the criteria except I cannot

spell....Lech...Leck.....Lechen.....leckenstein... .lechisteinan...

That small place that begins with an L. I maybe a leprechaun, but I've got big balls and nobody fucks with my balls! He exclaimed, to the horror of passing onlookers..

one on the onlookers recognised Howard from the tv and exclaimed "Howard! you obnoxious tool, what you doing with my leprechun you tosser"

"Don't worry, I'm only taking him short time", replied the triumphant Howard

and waddled over to the coyote chicks waiting impatiently in the super car, legs akimbo and revving up the motor they were raring for a good

tank of fuel, so hard to come buy, so sadly they settled for

a large tube of grease so they could

slide on over to the ritsy, glitsy short time hotel for

Afternoon Tea and Scones....

and a damn good spanaking with a lubed up

Floor broom a Cucumber and a set of Snow Chains For a Toyota Landcruiser that was given as a present to Howard as a 'Coming Out' gift 2 years ago to this very day....They screeched to a halt outside the Hotel....

It was closed for a "members only party". "Where shall we go now? This was the only place with a penthouse and jacuzzi, for 5 1/2 people, at under 10,000 Baht a night!". They stood aghast, the leprechaun had a sly peek at one of the ladies..

and with a knowing wink they both ushered everyone out of the car and into the penthouse

to look at Mahlee,s stamp collection of the Netherlands ,, one of these stamps he recognised as looking like a

the secret was out,, Howard was indeed a closet tranny

Relieved that he had to no longer keep this dirty secret, he asked one of the coyote girls...

to exchange clothes with him so as he could truely express himself, my what site our Howard looked with beer gut overhanging the

sparkly thong he proudly now displayed. The leprechaun required comforting, the sight was so traumatic for the little guy, he sought solace in

in the now semi clothed hooker and nestled his huge pointed ears between her breasts and drifted on to happier times when his

Aunt Hilda washed under his foreskin with TCP every Sunday bathnight ,, only for him to

put his pecker in the nastiest ho's to adorn beach road, until he

got bored and started daydreaming of the times he was enrolled at an all boys boarding school at the age of 6 and the endless nights he sat alone in a trance fixated by the dim glow of a 1.5watt light bulb that was in his pocket torch... he kept in his pocket...Then he awoke...

to find that somehow in his befuddled sleep/dreaming trance he had indeed found himself in a

short time room off beach road with a lady who was well past her sell by date, jumping up and down, screaming at him that he rape her... She now going to the police because she know his name is