Communal Story

Originally posted by ale1552
To be on the safe side, he decided to try being all three. So with his bow in hand, a monk's brown habit over his lean frame, he stood at an intersection in the road where she would be certain to see him saying his prayers beside a small shrine.

He waited patiently for 4 days but not one person, or animal for that matter, came his way. On the fifth day he disassembled his makeshift shrine and started towards the nearest town when off to his left he heard, what sounded like crying.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
He waited patiently for 4 days but not one person, or animal for that matter, came his way. On the fifth day he disassembled his makeshift shrine and started towards the nearest town when off to his left he heard, what sounded like crying.

Yes it sounded like a baby lamenting the loss of it's mama, and it was, a baby pig, winston tried to comfort the piglet who immediately stopped it's mewling and began rubbing it's animated snout on the front of winstons britches, at first the adage 'when in Rome' crept guiltily across winstons mind, but then he realised, the truffle..

Originally posted by kevcvs57
Yes it sounded like a baby lamenting the loss of it's mama, and it was, a baby pig, winston tried to comfort the piglet who immediately stopped it's mewling and began rubbing it's animated snout on the front of winstons britches, at first the adage 'when in Rome' crept guiltily across winstons mind, but then he realised, the truffle..

...which was still in the scarlet handkerchief in his tight fitting breeches, was the reason for the piglet's attention. He pulled out the handkerchief and let the piglet sniff it. After a moment the piglet took off into the forest squealing. Winston gave chase but was lagging behind.

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M owns two white and red striped piglets. One is afflicted with a grey lung.

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Mikey's Mum, Marlene, JR, stopped by the fabled oak in the faded black hearse she won at an all night pokerfest with the motorcycle guys last Wednesday on >Girl's Night Out<. Seems she had no interest in an outing with the BFFL at Mister Saltzman's Furniture Store, on South Main Street near the tracks, to peek at his latest selections of Chippendale Luv Seats specially designed to accomodate three (3). Fred's Store Motto since 1903 has been: "The More the Merrier. Three's company but 5 or 6 is a Crowd". The Saltzmans, by the way, live in a cold water walk up third floor flat, above the store with their twenty six overweight children. Fact worthy of note is that the last two were adopted on the black market. Anyway, getting back to the Communal Story, Mikey and his sister Gertrude.....

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Marianne need not have worried, her legs were marginally less hirsute than her cousin Marion who nobody mentioned because of her penchant for the local bad boys, and Winston was an ex public schoolboy who had encounters with much hairier legs than Marianne's, whilst cuttlescuttling for the senior boys; just then a large dollop of shaving cream landed on Winstons head and He looked to the heavens...

Originally posted by kevcvs57
Marianne need not have worried, her legs were marginally less hirsute than her cousin Marion who nobody mentioned because of her penchant for the local bad boys, and Winston was an ex public schoolboy who had encounters with much hairier legs than Marianne's, whilst cuttlescuttling for the senior boys; just then a large dollop of shaving cream landed on Winstons head and He looked to the heavens...

Mikey likes shaving too... not his own fragile fuzz but his humongous orange feral. Douses him with shaving lotion first. Then lathers him up good with Burma Shave pump action shaving cream (especially designed for use with dull blades).