The evil she-devils charged, their pointy umbrellas in
hand... I turned, finger down throat and...
A third one came up behind me, clubbed me unconscious. I
woke up 8 hours later in a warehouse, smelling of Eau de Suave, and
wearing french lingerie. It was more than my manhood could bear. I
wet my pants. There's nothing more embarrassing then urine soaked
frilly drawers. If I haven't learned that lesson once, I've learned
it hundreds of times.
After gnawing through the silken cords, I quickly made my
way, naked, to a nearby bar. The bartender, Mugsy, an old blind
ex-yak herder from Kitchener, his gnarled and rott
After I gnawed my way through the silken cords, I made my
way to Reggie's House of Unnatural Felt. I bought myself a fine new
set of clothes. Yes, it was lime green, but dammit, I'm just a man,
and I need my felt. I need it to keep me warm, strong, mature, and
Then the one-armed man came out from behind a bush and
clubbed me unconsious with his huge throbbing nose.
I hate that...