Thread: Continue The Story

Larry....Larry the leprechaun.

or was it Larry the lounge lizard

Diddley dee diddley dee said the Leprechaun, I'm propor foked this time t'be sure and there's no pot of gold at the end of this fuked up rainbow to bribe my way out of this mess,,,,, it's proper a pickle and thats the truth.

Fortunately, Larry was a magical beast, leprechauns being fantastical creatures of legend and lore, so he promptly disappeared, back to the magical land of his forefathers. The oldish lady was astounded,

and Howard didn't notice a thing, him being engrossed with his own (camp as a row of tents) reflection in the mirror

The oldish lady, shrugged her shoulders and said, "it was worth a try, most foreigners just pay up"

Then she turned her evil thoughts to Howard the camp realising that there was
still a way of making by just......

taking incriminating photos of his current predicament...

to email to his friend Rupert Murdoch to help in his quest to govern the Uk and make life so

unbearably scandalous, and reduce the UK male forplay to little more than a "Hang on to yer boots Sheila"

Which it is anyway, but even more-so...however, Howard wasn't rolling over and playing dead, despite his less than salubrious apparel. His arose to his full height and

declared in a deep and masterful voice "Yes I am fat self obsessed tranny and I'm bloody proud of it to"

His voice echoed down the murky corridoor, bouncing off of walls and terrifying small mammals,

lady boys and an old German guy looking for his secret holiday rendezvous with a leather clad, hooker boot wearing

Kindergarden Teacher from Samui, on the run from the Mafia. The poor German guy

asked himself how did he come to find himself in such perverse state of mind, skulking around some of the seediest red light districts in the world in the hope of finding his ultimate

soul mate. After the disasters of his first nine wives, he considered himself lucky to have any money at all and yet

he knew that the first nice pair of tits and firm ass would seduce him once more and

he would once again pour all of his adoration onto this young nubile woman, seducing her with tales of his remaining wealth as he debauched her with his

Fabled tales of gritz and gramour in his broken engrish he was able to convince her if she managed to put

The Kettle on and make a nice Cup of Tea he knew she was a diamond...he needed a strong brew after sex to revitalize his old a wrinkled body he also hankered for...

someone to give him a nice oil massage, rub his feet and to squeeze his zits, he just wondered if

such a person existed in this world. So many failures. But then he walked into..

Aunt Hilda's "Happy Ending" massage parlour and met her great great grandaughter
called Agnes who said you would accept luncheon vouchers and agreed to .....

rub him all over with a nutmeg grater, stick inner tube patches on his boots and do something about that awful pony tail.