"If you like pina coladas, and getting caught

"If you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain, may I suggest the English Riviera?" The travel agent stared at me solicitously. "Torquay is like St. Barts, except

i know how the sun shines... it's a ball of fire.

Again, this story game requires players to think and pass along helpful hints. Selfish trolls should go back under their bridges. That reminds me of the troll who liked bourbon

and pistachios. I met the troll at a bar beneath the bridge. His name was Spence and he'd dropped the R to stand out. He was a bouncer there and his toll was seeing my wife's

soft toy collection. Spencer was wowed by the extent of the collection and so he let me over the bridge no problem, thank you very much. But after I was over he

burned the bridge. He asked me for a reference letter for a new job and I told him to kiss my ass. Later I needed to borrow a ladder from him and he said, "Drop dead." So when he

tried to kiss me, I was shocked, but let him. I was going to keep my enemies closer, damn it, even if it put me in a bad place with the wife. Now, I know you must be saying

that you saw this on an old Law and Order and you knew I was the dupe and he, being rich, was really a snake. But this is my life and I had to press forward. Our tongues met

a daphinous membranelike obstacle and the more we tried to lick eachother's larynx the more tired our tongues became. He smiled and said "the latest in dental dams. Works great as

an appetite suppressant, too!" Which explained how we'd kept our girlish figures for so long without having to resort to plastic surgery- and my itchiness due to a latex allergy.