Herman was nice. He wore scarves and black-framed

Herman was nice. He wore scarves and black-framed glasses. He wasn't gay but he wasn't straight either. The concept of sex seemed boring to him. What he really liked was

finding ways of persuading others to have it, and then let him film it while wearing bunny slippers with red garter belts jammed in his mouth. Later, the tapes would play muse fo

the skank ho. Her creativity was short lived as she recognized the anal beads on the coffee table and started to blush profusely. The ho hadn't known that

the Junior League Evaluation Team would be "just dropping in" for tea, otherwise she would have put her sex toys away. Thinking quickly, she used them to stir the tea, claiming

they were just oversized battery operated swizzle sticks with a rotating head and optional lubricant strip. Nonplussed, the Evaluation Team said they'd come back at a better time.

"Better time?" I yelled "what better time could there be to study Alien Robot Bar Tenders and how did they manage to dehydrate Alcohol. I mean you might as well dehydrate water.

smash it like I smash communists. Stupid communists always stealing my bike.

"We claim this bipedal transportation in the name of the International Workers Party!" and then they would push me down. I vowed then to build my muscles to fight those Reds.

We spend the nights making our posters, "No Keds for Reds" (in both English and Friulian) and pasting them on walls all over the city. History is on our side. We shall prevail.