Okay, not that this makes any fucking sense at all, BUT.....
It was a sunny afternoon, and I was trying to round up some things in the back yard when I heard.... "COME ON! WE HAVE TO GET GOING." I looked up and the petite, dark haired goddess stood at the fence gate and was waving.
I grabbed my portable cat and my backpack and we walked over to greet Muffin and to head to the boat.
We got to the dock, and jumped into the boat and began to drift down the river. All the while, whistling Dixie, and drinking from a canteen of apple cider. We started to approach Ole man Dixon's homestead, and he was a pissy old man, so we laid down in the boat and prayed he didn't see us, or he'd shoot. Well, We didn't feel like wasting our bullets on him, so we just floated on by, incognito.
Lunchtime came, and it was cold corn cake AGAIN!
Damn the life of a river nomad. Tom and Huck had it better!
Well, we settled for what we had, and even my portable cat was in on it.
It wouldn't be long before we were at the fortress of the Arab ladies who were going to pay us 400,000 dollars to kill the crazy bastard who kept them prisoner in his mansion, abusing them sexually, and giving them no freedom. This was America afterall. Not Afganistan, so we had to kill the sorry bastard. Besides, we needed the money to buy the literotica orgy house so, we were all for this mission into darkness.
Evening came, and we banked the boat about 400 ft up stream from the fortress, and proceeded to get into our 'dark duds'.
We waited until we felt it was right and we went up to the back wall with our grappling hooks and we scaled the wall with ease.
Earl Grey stayed back at the boat to make sure that noone stole the damn thing, as we left him armed, but besides that, he has some vicious claws.
The job was a bit of the ole in and out.
There was no sound, no disruption. Just a quick slitting of the sorry sods throat, and we were gone with the wind.
Back at the boat, Earl had been hanging out and he met with an otter and were chatting up a storm about the rate of rainfall this year. When we got back, we saw this and worried that he might have told the otter what the hell we were doing.
After some formalities, we lit out of there, and were downstream at the pick up point. The Stud was there, waiting with Muffins truck, and one of the arab chickies got out to bring us the dough.
We got our money, and we got our crap and portable cat loaded up and took off to the motel to count the dough.
When we did, we were at a consensus that it was all there, even though Muffin had to keep telling Mr. Muffin to stop taking little bits and putting them in his coat pocket.
It didn't matter, we had the money to go to the Literotica and buy a big Orgy house and all were invited to come live in lust and sin from then on.
We even paid someone to go get that little otter to come to the house for Earl to have for lovin, as it was clearly love at first sight and we all lived happily ever fucking after.
The end.
(some of my bizzare assed, twisted fucking dream was left out because it is too hard to put into words for obvious reasons)
It was a sunny afternoon, and I was trying to round up some things in the back yard when I heard.... "COME ON! WE HAVE TO GET GOING." I looked up and the petite, dark haired goddess stood at the fence gate and was waving.
I grabbed my portable cat and my backpack and we walked over to greet Muffin and to head to the boat.
We got to the dock, and jumped into the boat and began to drift down the river. All the while, whistling Dixie, and drinking from a canteen of apple cider. We started to approach Ole man Dixon's homestead, and he was a pissy old man, so we laid down in the boat and prayed he didn't see us, or he'd shoot. Well, We didn't feel like wasting our bullets on him, so we just floated on by, incognito.
Lunchtime came, and it was cold corn cake AGAIN!
Damn the life of a river nomad. Tom and Huck had it better!
Well, we settled for what we had, and even my portable cat was in on it.
It wouldn't be long before we were at the fortress of the Arab ladies who were going to pay us 400,000 dollars to kill the crazy bastard who kept them prisoner in his mansion, abusing them sexually, and giving them no freedom. This was America afterall. Not Afganistan, so we had to kill the sorry bastard. Besides, we needed the money to buy the literotica orgy house so, we were all for this mission into darkness.
Evening came, and we banked the boat about 400 ft up stream from the fortress, and proceeded to get into our 'dark duds'.
We waited until we felt it was right and we went up to the back wall with our grappling hooks and we scaled the wall with ease.
Earl Grey stayed back at the boat to make sure that noone stole the damn thing, as we left him armed, but besides that, he has some vicious claws.
The job was a bit of the ole in and out.
There was no sound, no disruption. Just a quick slitting of the sorry sods throat, and we were gone with the wind.
Back at the boat, Earl had been hanging out and he met with an otter and were chatting up a storm about the rate of rainfall this year. When we got back, we saw this and worried that he might have told the otter what the hell we were doing.
After some formalities, we lit out of there, and were downstream at the pick up point. The Stud was there, waiting with Muffins truck, and one of the arab chickies got out to bring us the dough.
We got our money, and we got our crap and portable cat loaded up and took off to the motel to count the dough.
When we did, we were at a consensus that it was all there, even though Muffin had to keep telling Mr. Muffin to stop taking little bits and putting them in his coat pocket.
It didn't matter, we had the money to go to the Literotica and buy a big Orgy house and all were invited to come live in lust and sin from then on.
We even paid someone to go get that little otter to come to the house for Earl to have for lovin, as it was clearly love at first sight and we all lived happily ever fucking after.
The end.
(some of my bizzare assed, twisted fucking dream was left out because it is too hard to put into words for obvious reasons)
