Now you're talking my language, I always liked a girl in uniform, I like her even better OUT of Uniform. The Unicorn likes uniforms it has a certain ring to it.
Amazingly his loofah has come back to life and he and Officer Nasty meld seemlessly into one as the violins play, birds sing and a faint mist shields them from the view of the others.
Ewwwwwwwwww - bring on the chlorine! We have teeny swimmers! Eeeeeeeeew!
Gezzy jumps out of the hot tub and into the shower!
The wrinkled, loofahed-while-slumbering Canadian!!!
She's taken to the showers.
Please don't chlorinate the water. Jespah loves that dirty water.
Jespah ain't swimmin' in it!
Empty the tub!
wash the unicorn!
Destroy the loofah of doom!
Is it safe to come out now? Are the cops all gone? I better go sit on the couch and unwrinkle for awhile.
Don't fear, gezzy.
You are young and in possession of superior skin.
You'll be good as new in moments!
We shall put the unicorn in with Timber's ponies...
Mr Still walks out the sliding doors at the vital moment.
"Holy Hannah!! Did ya see those puppies?!". Points to the kennel where the dog is feeding her new ones.
"Nice big jugs", he says, putting down the tray with the pitchers of juice and glasses.
"Man, those Hooters!", he chuckles, "They're only new to the league, but they're already ahead! Go the Boston Hooters!".
The voluptuous wimmin reflexively cover their wimminly parts, taken aback by Stillwater's suggestive double entendres.
Hiama guffaws and pats the rumpus of the closest womanly Hot Tubber.
Oh!
<plinking bubbles....plink,......plinking>
Aaahhh. <Slithering down into warm, popping waters.>
It took me this long to scrub and chlorinate the huge Hot Tub. I have deserved this nice rest. The sky is glittering with stars, and another day is done. Sipping on trusty burgundy.
Would either like to gossip about Techno and Slappy, catch up on the war (don't know what happened today) or have some mellow convo.
No excretions allowed. Cleaning this thing is a bitch!
Slappy and mellow conversation would suit me.
is that unicorn tied up? I think he is still too damn frisky!
<thinks 'That damn horse is gettting it too good". Whistling tunelessly, sidles up to water-trough, empties in bucket of margaritis, bottle of 'ludes and some antihistamines. Checks supply of horse tranqualizers and that dart-gun is in working order>
The heavily sedated Hiama crawls out of the hot tub which has gone cold and he thinks to himself (THUD) that he can't remember buying any picked walnuts. hmmmm......
He crawls to the hot shower and renews his manly vigour, dresses and jumps on his horse for an early morning ride through the foothills of Montana, with the sun just about to break, the critters and wild birds are creating a cacophony of sound, a little piece of heaven to accompany his equine journey. He'll be back....
..".he's unconscious! he's not breathing! he needs the kiss of life" - pauses briefly in breathing for Hiama to say: "and bring coffee, lots of it!" ....
dlowan, remember to get that ciggie out of yr mouth before u give him the kiss of life
Yuk, you're so right Gautam, the coffee is nice after my ride and I am looking forward to the next hot tub session when we discuss the fundamental nature of the human psyche or is it cycle ?
Ciggie? What do you take me for? Of COURSE it was out of my mouth!
Poor Hiama - he is still dreaming the dreams of the anoxic - I must redouble my efforts.....
Wake up hiama before your loofah...oops lips get bruised !
