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Hello Viv , Sadie , Glenda.....has my application for island residence been approved yet...  All are welcome here!  I hope there is no Politics No Religion and No money on this island. I have reached a stage in my life that I would like continuous FUN The blond wiener inspector will be around shortly to grant your every wish! What about my singing lessons?  Did you pick up your supply list? Remember that you must find a strong 'vine'...it's the most important thing on the list. You won't be able to sing properly without one. Will this vine have to support two?. What else do I need, I wasn't told about a supply list. I am a reasonably good singer I only have trouble reaching the high notes. Yes the vine will have to support two. The rest of the supplies are mostly large rocks, or coconuts to exercise with..you will need to strengthen your arms...or you could just run around and lift some of the women over your head. You will also need something for your throat....the high notes can make your throat sore after a lengthy practice. With regard to Exercise.....I like Melons...I could exercise with them and if they are nice and ripe they will provide the lubrication my throat will require. You might ask Tarzan where top find nice juicy ripe melons, they are his favorite too! Hot Lips ... of course. Which one of the Islanders is HOT LIPS? me |
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Edited by
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Hello Viv , Sadie , Glenda.....has my application for island residence been approved yet... All are welcome here! I hope there is no Politics No Religion and No money on this island. I have reached a stage in my life that I would like continuous FUN Naked Dairy Queen is probably right up your alley, then! But remember there is some stiff competition for the hot babes on the island. |
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(Yeah, I said it...)
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Hello Viv , Sadie , Glenda.....has my application for island residence been approved yet... All are welcome here! I hope there is no Politics No Religion and No money on this island. I have reached a stage in my life that I would like continuous FUN The blond wiener inspector will be around shortly to grant your every wish! What about my singing lessons? Did you pick up your supply list? Remember that you must find a strong 'vine'...it's the most important thing on the list. You won't be able to sing properly without one. Will this vine have to support two?. What else do I need, I wasn't told about a supply list. I am a reasonably good singer I only have trouble reaching the high notes. Yes the vine will have to support two. The rest of the supplies are mostly large rocks, or coconuts to exercise with..you will need to strengthen your arms...or you could just run around and lift some of the women over your head. You will also need something for your throat....the high notes can make your throat sore after a lengthy practice. With regard to Exercise.....I like Melons...I could exercise with them and if they are nice and ripe they will provide the lubrication my throat will require. You might ask Tarzan where top find nice juicy ripe melons, they are his favorite too! Hot Lips ... of course. Which one of the Islanders is HOT LIPS? me her |
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(Yeah, I said it...) giggle x 2 |
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!!  The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short!  " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. Yeah for Possum!!! Kill them skeeter...kill them skeeters....KILL THEM SKEETERS!!! Here Sharris....have a rum....it's good for you!  but I get rum dummy very quickly. |
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but I get rum dummy very quickly. Thank God it isn't because you are blonde! |
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but I get rum dummy very quickly. Thank God it isn't because you are blonde! me too...and I sure would like a good ol rum and coke right about now. |
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but I get rum dummy very quickly. Thank God it isn't because you are blonde! really? like Duh...I'm gullible...a whole different animal. or was that naive? |
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but I get rum dummy very quickly. Thank God it isn't because you are blonde! me too...and I sure would like a good ol rum and coke right about now. is that good? I am making Kahlua and Irish Cream next week. |
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform!  The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! |
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embewed?
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform! The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! "Dayum" drawls Hot Lips..." What have we here??"" |
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It's im.possumable.
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Possum Magic RULES!!!!!
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Edited by
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Tue 11/08/11 06:57 PM
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform! The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! "Dayum" drawls Hot Lips..." What have we here??"" So what does one get with a mix of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a large magical wiener? |
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform! The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! "Dayum" drawls Hot Lips..." What have we here??"" So what does one get with a mix of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a large magical wiener? it's not Kansas anymore? |
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform! The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! "Dayum" drawls Hot Lips..." What have we here??"" So what does one get with a mix of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a large magical wiener? A flying pig with an eye patch that tastes like a stale soggy wienie sandwich???? |
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Hello just dropping in to see how all is going here. I would like to tender my resignation as weiner inspector. I think we need someone new to fill the position. I am EXHAUSTED!! The pirate washed up on the beach, exhausted. Dazed, he looks around and spies the hot blond. He tries to get up but cannot move. The blond, aware of many things, sees the tangled pile of human refuse and the feeble movements. She instantly knows the situation and heads over to give assistance. The pirate appears unconscious as she leans over him. She puts her face close to his and whispers, "Are you OK?" The pirate cracks open one eye (the other has a patch!) and sees the roundness of her bosom. He smiles gently and whispers back ... "Arrrgggh, make me a sandwich!" The hot blond, not impressed, says, "I don't have a sandwich but would you like a large, fully inspected wiener?" The pirate smiles and retorts, "No thanks, I already have one." The hot blond, still feeling sorry for the rumpled wet pirate adds, "This guy gave me his foot long wiener. He said it was magic! Would you like to make a wish?" The pirate, feeling hungry and exhausted, thinks she knows not the powers of the magic wiener to which the man referred. "My wish, buxom wench, is for you to make me a sandwich!" he exclaims in laughter. "Very well", she says. She pulls out the 12 inch wiener and waves it over the pirate ... and says the magic words ... "You're a sandwich!" Hot Lips, wondering what is going on at the beach, moseys over. She sees the blond holding the twelve inch magic wiener over a six foot giant sandwich. "Are we going to have a party?" she asks. "Just did" said the blond. "Darn" said Hot Lips...."just my luck, a day late and a wiener short! " Sharris, giggling from too much rum, sees the little group and joins in. " I see we are going to have a feast!" She exclaims. "Can I have a sample?" The blond hands her the twelve inch magic wiener and says, "Here, take this! I'm retiring." Sharris, slightly confused (as usual) takes the twelve inch magic wiener, smiles, looks around and takes a bite out of it. (Destroying (or biting) magic objects causes all laws of the universe to cease and strange things happen. In a puff of magic sparkles a flying pig appears over the giant sandwich.) The pig looks down, seeing the giant sandwich, and comments, "I was hoping for BBQ!" By coincidence, the Possum wanders by practicing her "possum magic" in an attempt to get her "move" perfected. She jumps into the air, turns a somersault, and lands on the sand butt first squashing two mosquitoes as a result. "I can do better!" she says to herself. The island women start to call for her, then realize that she is doing them a big favor by ridding the island of pesky mosquitoes. The "moves" continue ... with every flip in the air the Possum smashes another couple of bugs. She gains strength with every leap realizing that possum magic (and the joy of dead misquitoes) is at work. The flips in the air become faster and higher and the bug population learn to fear her! Her bounding bottom carries all the lethality of a two edged sword! Out of the corner of his eye, a passing killer whale sees commotion on the beach. "Yum" he thinks, "must be seal season here!" He gathers up speed to slide far upon the beach and zoom in as fast as he can go! At the very last instant he leaps into the air to grab a tasty snack. But to his surprise the beach is populated with hot human babes, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and an airborne somersaulting possum. "These aren't seals." he thinks in a flash! "Oh well! A guys gotta eat!" and snags the flying pig out of the air and swallows it whole. He lands near the giant sandwich. "Why not" he thinks and swallows the giant sandwich whole too. The Possum, now embewed with tremendous strength and possum magic (and a little confused) thinks the airborne killer whale is another misquito, albiet a large one. With a mighty leap and a twirl she hurls herself into the air and lands squarly on top of the killer whale. The whale, at this time is thinking, "I shouldn't have eaten that!. My tummy is upset now!" The force of the Possum and a huge blast of possum magic go through the whale directly to his stomach! The churning mass of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a huge dose of magic combine, mix, blend, and reform! The force of the hard landing possum caused the whale to upchuck the whole magical concoction! It flies from the whale's mouth and lands near the hot island babes! "Dayum" drawls Hot Lips..." What have we here??"" So what does one get with a mix of almost dead pirate, a giant sandwich, a flying pig, and a large magical wiener? Drum Roll!! Longer Drum Roll! Captain Metal of course!!! 
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That's it for me! I'll never look at another piggie, possum, potion or pirate...
It's only Cap'n Metal for me!  As for all the dead mosquitoes and other critters, I only have one thing to say...  |
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