Monday, August 30, 2010 - 08:56 pm, by: Mike Bradberry(Halflife)
I asked the beaver if it would like to do some muff diving today but she said she was listening to some 'pink void' and couldn't come. So on the way to get a fur burger, I took a short cut through the tunnel of love where the penis fly trap grows. Interesting thing, as it only grows on a mound. So I ask for my burger and I'm told they only have the lunch box, which is OK I guess. I pay with my hairy cheque book and it's yanked out of my hand, so I say "don't snatch" and exit via the glory hole only to be confronted by a red snapper who slaps me with a furry purse. To be continued.........(feel free)
Ian Johnston Goo Roo South Australia UZZ30 GT 4.0, UZZ31, BMW R1150R