Thursday, June 16, 2005 :::
 

So there I was just walking along the side of the road, chewing my cud. When suddenly out of nowhere a big black silent helicopter descends into the field next to me. Well I walk over to inspect the craft. Just as I’m about to touch the sleek black hull, four incredibly hot bikini models hop out and push me into the cargo area. They tie me up like pretzel and the ship takes off for parts unknown.

The next thing I know I’m lying in the sand on a beach below an extinct volcano. The warm sand feels great and I snuggle a little deeper. Just then I feel the Pacific ocean lap at my toes and I raise my head, focus my eyes and see way off in the distance an enormous cargo ship plying its way from Tokyo to the west coast of America. I can just make out the huge letters printed on its side H-O-N-D-A. Somewhere in the distance I hear the gentle crooning sounds of Mandolin Rain by Bruce Hornsby. “Man there is something about piano men” I say out loud.

“What’s that honey?” ….. That’s when I realize I’m not alone at all. There lying beside me in only a very skimpy bikini bottom is a golden blonde, tanned west coast dream girl. She rolls over exposing every inch of her youthful good looks.

“Man this is weird” I say. “I must have fallen asleep and dreamed I was this 9-5 working, hardly ever sailing, Mortgage slaving, bad weather enduring inland kook.”

“Forget about it baby” she purred, as she licked my ear.

“That’ll never be you.”

::: posted by Mega at 7:10 AM

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