Now suppose you were set upon by a tribe of humongo B-movie amazonian princesses with their minds set on making you into one of them, ie turning you from castrano to castrato. Because these six foot tall amazonia princesses hates the men, see? They hates 'em with a firey amazonian passion.
So they surround you, your helpless member, and your ....great googly! Your bag of dicks!
Using clever subterfuge and sleight of hand, you manage to unburdon the bag of precisely one (very generous, I might add) stand-in dick for the machete and corn whiskey ceremony. You attach said naughty bit to your naught bits via the clever use of amazon jungle slime (found in vast abundance until the 1960s, at which time ravenous McCows ate most of it, creating a huge market for McRibs). The head six foot tall amazonian princess signals her minions to pin your arms down and belly you up to the bar, so to speak. They flop your member out (to an array of gasps) and admire it's heft, girth, and completely different skin color.
Then the lead princess, she raises her machete and swack cuts that pseudojohnson straight in two, and you (on cue and with much gusto) wail and scream like a girl, then run for the jungle. They don't bother to pursue, since the belief is that you will bleed to death any second now and they'd be right were it not for your bag of dicks.
You eventually stumble across an encampment of dead folks who originally were headed out on a three hour boat ride but ended up stranded for fifty years. The coconut radio comes in handy, and your years of improvised electonics training turns it from a receiver to a simple encrypted four channel mil-spec transmitter and daqueri maker. With a tired voice, you call an airstrike, covering the heads of the amazonian bitches with liquid fire. You drink to their memory, and eventually befriend the monkeys.
Years pass, things change, you end up living in Kansas. But the bag of dicks never leaves your side....
It all depends on the circumstances, ya know?--------------------------------- Journeying through the world To and fro, to and fro Cultivating a small field. -basho
No, I guess not...[ Parent ]
Years pass, things change, you end up living in Kansas. But the bag of dicks never leaves your side... - blixco--top hat--[ Parent ]
