Jack was a jack of many trades. Ex-miner,

Jack was a jack of many trades. Ex-miner, ex-pirate, ex-mercenary - the list was not full. It did not include, for instance, a number of ex-friends, that were possessed by a desire
to attempt the taboo of killing a descendant of Chuck Norris and Cher. They learned the hard way that hair that straight can slice through bone and a beard that manly will pierce
the horn of the mighty Oscar of Trent. No one was entirely sure of Oscars existance much less the existance of their lovely Trent.
The myth had started thousands of years ago. But this yellow trail of saliva would surely prove that Oscar of Trent was a real being. They decided to set a trap by mixing oregano
with a little catnip and rum, set in front of the clouded mirror on the night of the new moon. They hid behind the drapes and settled in to wait for
the Weretabby. They heard an amorous howling catterwall and then an enormous whisker appeared at the door.
It was Colonel Mustard and his enormous whiskers. Ms. Scarlett had kicked him out of her bed again because he'd waxed her pubic hair into a fancy mustache. It was going to be
one hell of a shindig to be sure! colonel mustard usually tended to treat all of his sexual conquests as if he were the spaniards and they were the aztecs. "give me all your gold"
he would shout and they would hand over the brass dildoes and he would covet them and stroke them lovingly. Col. Mustard did love his shiny objects and at his parties used them to
add weight and visual interest to the centerpieces. Then, Col. Mustard would action them off for charity. Scarlet and Mrs White would always fight over them. No one had a clue!

Started: 2011-02-24 09:02:24
Finished: 2011-03-18 16:38:50

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