Gabby made a request in his blog for me to bring back the "Friday Story". Truth be told, I've been kicking around the idea of resurrecting it myself.
In case you weren't here when we did this little exercise in creativity I'll explain. I will get a story started, after reading the story you continue it however you like in the comment section. Just pick up where the last commenter left off. REMEMBER unless you are the first commenter you have to read the comments to know where the story has gone. I'll leave the story up through the weekend so feel free to check back in to see where it goes.
Everybody understand? Good, let's begin.....
The air was heavy in their lungs, it seemed to cling to them making this trek even more uncomfortable. Nervil and Bertha had been walking for hours when they finally stepped into the clearing. The jungle opened up before them revealing the remnants of a lost civilization. Smiles crept onto their faces as they walked among the rubble.
"Do you really think it's here?" Nervil asked.
"According to my investigation it HAS to be." was Bertha's reply.
The two of them made their way to the tallest structure and tried to decipher the writing on the door.
"It's a warning Bertha. Maybe we should just leave it alone."
"We didn't come all this way to leave empty handed. Now help me open this door!"
Dust and cobwebs covered their clothes as the door gave way. When their eyes adjusted to the dark they saw........
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...they saw a dark stairway, winding down into the dark. As they descended the stairway, they heard the tell tale click of a booby trap! Nervil turned to warn Bertha, but was horrified to see he was too late! There stood Bertha, tits tightly bound by the ancient device! The booby trap had performed it's evil purpose well!
Nervil knew he had to go, so he descended down, deeper into the darkness. As he neared the bottom of the stairway he heard a loud crash and jerked his eyes in the general direction of the noise. There he saw.......
...Chinese street market.
How did this happen? he thought to himself, What's going on here?
Nervil walked cautiously through the market, trying to avoid eye contact with the locals who were obviously speaking about him to each other.
Too bad I didn't pay attention to my Learn-Chinese-In-An-Hour CD, he thought.
Nervil came upon a market stand draped in beautiful fabrics, selling the most wondrous jewels he had ever seen. He looked over all the jewels, amazed, astonished. His eyes were drawn to a large stone in the center of the table. He'd never seen anything like it, it was so clear it looked like he could dive right into it.
Without thinking, he reached out his hand to touch the beauitful stone, when the elderly Chinese man who ran that table smacked his hand with a cane and said...
...a beady eyed man. What he had thought was the sound of a Colt .45, was actually a .44 Magnum.
"Damn," Nervil thought to himself. "I really should have paid more attention in that 'Recognizing Handgun Sounds' class a few years back."
Nervil knew the damage a .44 Mag could do, especially at a close range. He had seen it before. Just last month, Nervil witnessed...
A police office shoot a burgler at chose range. That idoit just wouldn't put down his weapon and when he aimed it at the officer there was nothing he could do but shoot. Under his breath you could hear him wisper, "Go ahead, make my day." I think he had been watching too many Clint Eastwood movies.
Well, needless to say there was a huge hole in the idoit's chest. As Nevil was thinking about the incedent, a beautiful woman walked up beside him and said......
"Is that a Magnum pointed at your head? Or are you just glad to see me?'
He turned to respond when he realized it wasn't a beautiful woman but Agent Beau Brown, from the Beau Brown Agency! "What the hell is a fruity crossdressing real estate agent doing here?" Nervil thought to himself. Nervil acted quickly, and pulled Beau in front of the pointed Magnum just as the gun went off. Nervil dropped the partially decapitated Beau and made a dash into a nearby alley. Running in a zig zag pattern he made his way to the back of the alley where he found a small crack in the wall just big enough to squeeze in. As he passed through he..........
...got a case of diarrhea and shit his pants! Guess that crack was a lot tighter than he imagined!
The smell of the diarrhea, and the feeling of the wet, hot, sticky poo filling his pants made him...
think of babies, warm and content in their nappies, and a club in Penge where he and fellow adult babies could indulge their fantasies. A wave of sadness engulfed him as he realised that was the last time he'd seen Beau. He turned to Bertha.
"Bertha," said Nervil "I've something to tell you. I've been living a lie. From now on I want you to call me Doris."
"But Nervil, I mean Doris" simpered Bertha...
(I'd forgotten to mention that Bertha had escaped the ancient booby trap and raced after Nervil - I'm sorry I'm new to all this!)
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