Lucas Labia
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*** Just a quick note, please don't RP back as my colleague will be narrating this story with me. Many thanks. ***
Dirk had spent the last couple of years determined to keep himself on the straight and narrow.
His mind still pounded with memories of that fateful encounter with TubGirl and TubBoy, his arse still bared the scars of an evening with Michael Barrymore. He didn't remember any butterfly strokes, just vinegar ones. Bloody, brown, bloody, brown, bloody, brown...
"Argh!"
Dirk woke up in a cold sweat. At least it was only a flashback, and not the recurring dream of being sexually abused by the Smash Potato aliens from the 60's. "I'm so over that..." Dirk muttered, as he realised he'd wet the bed.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/570000/images/_572903_smash300.jpg
Not a good start.
Dirk had given up his office job after his incident. How could he face his colleagues after such a demorilising, embarassing double-headed, depth plunging event? More importantly, how could he sit down without following through? Dirk's days of sitting behind a desk were long gone. Dirk had to change his lifestyle, his occupation, his friends, his hometown... his name.
"Dexter Amadeus-Mamba Troy" moved to an airy, somewhat sparse town just outside the Texan city of Houston. He also found it slightly ironic that he'd renamed himself after a dildo, but figured chicks in this small town surburbia might just dig his double barelled title. "
Dirk had spent the last couple of years determined to keep himself on the straight and narrow.
His mind still pounded with memories of that fateful encounter with TubGirl and TubBoy, his arse still bared the scars of an evening with Michael Barrymore. He didn't remember any butterfly strokes, just vinegar ones. Bloody, brown, bloody, brown, bloody, brown...
"Argh!"
Dirk woke up in a cold sweat. At least it was only a flashback, and not the recurring dream of being sexually abused by the Smash Potato aliens from the 60's. "I'm so over that..." Dirk muttered, as he realised he'd wet the bed.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/570000/images/_572903_smash300.jpg
Not a good start.
Dirk had given up his office job after his incident. How could he face his colleagues after such a demorilising, embarassing double-headed, depth plunging event? More importantly, how could he sit down without following through? Dirk's days of sitting behind a desk were long gone. Dirk had to change his lifestyle, his occupation, his friends, his hometown... his name.
"Dexter Amadeus-Mamba Troy" moved to an airy, somewhat sparse town just outside the Texan city of Houston. He also found it slightly ironic that he'd renamed himself after a dildo, but figured chicks in this small town surburbia might just dig his double barelled title. "
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