Thread: Continue The Story

Shit! I can't remember....

where I left my...

sanity. Scrounging up a nickel for Lucy, Priscilla...

fed it into the payphone and dialled the number to...

voyeurs anonymous and asked to speak to....

any old voyeur who would be willing to...

give Fester a lift, forgetting that Fester...

had a dim view of...

voyeurism, being much more the "missionary" type, not willing to...

look through keyholes, unless...

he's wearing safety goggles ever since the coathanger incident caused...

a near fatal injury when it was jabbed viciously...

into the left orbital socket, displacing Festers glass eye which...

tumbled to the floor and...

smashed into smitherenes before miraculously ..

coming to rest just before...

Priscilla, who, sneering in disgust, kicked the eye...

and turned to Fester with a look of pure...

lust. She stripped off her ...

earrings, which was strange, because...

she wasn't wearing them in her ears but somewhere much further south. But that got me thinking, what if I ...

put my ear to it, then maybe I could hear...

waves crashing upon Montego Bay, or perhaps a...

pin fall at fifty meters, which really would be strange, since...

I was in a sealed sound-proof room 49 metres square .....