Yarn Stories

It was 105 in the shade in the small Australian outback town. Saturday night, and the pub was throbbing. Beer flowed like a river. Ted was thick-set and covered in hair like a yeti. Inebriated, he was wobbly on his feet. His clothes long discarded. "Bet none of you can do this,” he slurred as he lit up his chest. It spread upwards like a forest fire up a mountain. But it also went downwards! The quick-thinking barmaid gra...