Thread: Continue The Story

was now flowing with

candle lit dried seed husks, a grim reminder of

the past's gory details & seedy lifestyle. So

"what's left....?" He asked. Unbeknownst to the girls upstairs

who were preparing themselves for a midnight rendevous with

Destiny, the barkeep's sister, whom also moonlighted as a

mud wrestling lezzer with a

earthy passion and sensuous

three legged dog.

who was sadly put down, after braking another leg. Suddenly

the 'Old Pat's Marching Band came hooting up the path,

sadly playing a dirge, for old pat had finally left the stage under tragic circumstances for unbelieveable it was he who had invested

in Papa Po's Pumpkin,Pork,Pea,Potatoe Pies, proudly

sponsered by those who shall remain nameless [blatent publicity stunt] that unfortunately led to the untimely demise of poor old pat, and now the marching band was left to their own devices, however when

Pat's 'Will', was read, he had left his whole estate

to the TD Memorial Fund Raiser for...

a massive marketing campaign to compete with

those other guys. Nobody had to say anything, unspoken codes prevented them from...

actually mentioning the fact that Patricia's opperation had been a

a complete failure, having a huge 12" inch penis grafted on to her

siamese cat.

which as we all know, siamese are usually twins so the one that was fortunate enough to recieve the graft was well more than chuffed, however the other one, not being gay and all was to say the least, not impressed but that did,nt stop the owner who had just returned from korea where after working for 3 long years as a

to engage in a gay boy orgy down at the

local police station. Of course there were a few of the local politicians there, so