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graymane (0)
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The story of a castle, the resident recluse and his faithful assistant Since I don’t have anything currently to rant about, just to blow off time and some steam, I’m dumping another story on you. High atop a mountain, nestled in the forest off the shore of a small European community, lies an ancient castle, complete with mote and high protective walls. Huge, with Ivy plethora, the aged brick structure is inhabited by only two men -- a millionaire recluse and his loyal assistant whom he simply calls “Flog“. This successful but eccentric Castle owner, who’s a retired medical Scientist and goes by the name of Fernando Bator, is always unfailingly and respectfully addressed by his subordinate companion as “Master.” This creates some raised eyebrows when the brilliant recluse finds himself in an unwanted position of being introduced by Flog to infrequent guests or unavoidable contacts.: To wit: (Flog) “may I have the honor of introducing to you my boss, and one of the world’s renounced Scientist : “Master bator.” (groan) (For the sake of staying consistent, lets give Flog the last name of Log.) Although worlds apart in intellect and breed, Master Bator and Flog Log has one thing in common: They are both pussy-starved, and balls-achingly horny. Living alone years on end in that remote fortress had taken it’s toll.: The absence of hands-on nookie, and the added presence of a weird, reproductive-destroying mold, thought to be imbedded somewhere within the walls of this gothic behemoth, had infected them both with a rare parasite called “virile Peril.” It attacks the sperm, devouring the little critters as fast as they reproduce. Think of them as sort of a spermatic Pac-man. For our die-hard optimists, on the plus side this could negate the need for vasectomies.) This brings up two questions to be pondered: (Master bator?) Since semen isn't present, wouldn't that render the effects of this parasitic condition incomplete? Hence, Maybe its now proper for Flog to call his boss “Master bye-bye-Bator. Question two: If the guy’s so rich, why doesn’t he have swarms of women shipped to his door? The answer to that is quite simple: The guy’s irretrievably afraid of outspoken women. The mare presence of one brings on hives and uncontrollable tremors. Strangely, then, it’s not the woman so much as it is her demeanor. If she simply wouldn't talk too much, or bring up opposing thoughts, he might be able to get-it-on with her. But we guys all know this is patiently an unattainable possibility (right?) All the coal and tea in China wouldn't even tempt a woman to restrain her right to express completely her opinions ..... or otherwise. Mr. Bator's only avenue of release has been his giant satellite dish atop the castle roof, which brings in the internet from all over the world and parts of Mars. Speaking of which -- You haven’t seen a real porn-queen ‘till you’ve feasted your eyes on a naked lady-Martian. Tiny butts, but great abs. But Master Bator needs a woman, for-cryin’-out-loud. Sure, She might have to relent to a gag, but the up-side is the absence of all that messy after-sex seminal fluid. An' he'll throw in a free dinner. So whats a painfully shy rich guy, in a world of aggressively self-suffcient women, do to feed his natural lust? (Obtaining a website and Becoming a Webmaster comes to mind. Hey, hey, hey ... just kidding, guys and gals!) ANYWAY.....That night, Fernando (Master) Bator, found his answer …. In an old Frankenstein movie. To be continued........ Maybe. | |
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