Once upon a never land ,in the gay community lived a princess.Not your average everyday story princess.But one ,who could only be created by two horny sailors ,and a rubber chicken, after being stranded on the the shore of the Virgin Islands.
Some days AFTER using the coconut for its milk,
a healthy intake of the native dates ,and rock oysters.tThe sailors watched as a new visitor APPEARED ON THEIR SEXUALLY STARVED HORIZON....
. Drifting in on the tide was an inflated rubber chicken.Having fallen from the decks of a mardi gras float.... The Mirage and in all of its gaudy allure had the horny sailors performing extra ordinary feats never seen on reality television .As it was the sailors ,began to draw lots,of who would have the rubber chicken,by plucking unneeded nipple hair.
And to what purpose it might be used
Finding that the rather bouyant visitor was a sealed vessel.A yellow kitch celebration.
and with entry.A virgin
When rescued ,the distorted ravings of these sailors would have us believe that
they had had the company of a princess during their stay.
Who's very existence allowed the sailors the indulgences, that kept
them bonded in survival tactics,whilst moonlight wandering under their
broad leafed shelter.
Crowned H.r.h. Princess Beverly on a night, when star trek props were being flown over head...they drew a map on the unknown world...and inflating her with all of their aspirations
and testosterone stored for the ocaasion They launched her to the innersphere ,with the remains of a barbie doll dressing room mirror and landed
her squarly in rural Waikato. Where she has lived. To this day........This is the beginning of legend. Everybody has a chicken story....This ,and the affinity H.R.H. she has, with fowl of the tabled variety has a number of other sequels.......
Until then her virginity may not be something of the past but her virtue is assailable.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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