Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Hey Rumple...I have to say I'm surprised that this place is still in business after, what is it, a week now? I'm sure this place would be condemned by some agency designed to protect the public from themselves, but rumor has it no inspector would be caught dead here...or maybe it is a tribute to your skill in the fine art of bribery...either way, congratulations are in order...
That said, I have a story for you:
A hippopotamus walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a beer. "That will be $7.50 please" says the bartender. So the hippo gives the bartender his money and starts to sip his beer. "You know we don't very many hippos in here" mutters the bartender.
The hippo replies, "At these prices it's no wonder!"
Oh well...they can't all be winners...
On another note...if you want to read a good story, read xbob's latest, "The Beckwith Affair"...it's all about the search for some shady character named Alan Jankowski...judging by the story, he sounds like real trouble if you ask me...
I would promote my latest story...but it's not out yet...that should change soon...
Later,
Alan.
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Hey Rumple...I read your little speech at the beginning of this thread and it said something about it being a place to pimp a story...
Well, me being a pimp from way back, just thought I'd mention that I have a new story that will be ready for submission tonight...actually it's almost done...just taking my last coffee break...
This will be the fifteenth category that I have infected with my misuse of the English language. My latest venture is into the category...a rarity here at Lush, I know...
The question is, "Is it really if you don't know she's your sister?"
Find out all that and more, by reading "A Family Reunion Chapt 1 (Growing up with Marcy)" making it's debut here on this fine upstanding site known as Lush Stories...
Tag line includes, but is not limited to: sister, step-sister, threesome, mff, ffm, sex, whatever
Be the first on your block to read this future classic piece of erotic literature...
Oh, and thanks for the advert space...just put it on my tab...
Later,
Alan.
I thought we didn't allow hookers in here.
Where's the big screen? And the beer? Sheesh, this place is dead, dead, deadski!
Well get CBS fired up on it. It's almost time for kick off. I'll take a beer in a frosty mug please. Where's the chips? Or as the Brits call them, crisps.
Thanks Rump. Don't mind if I do.