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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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After having some implants fitter, I noted a small number of additional digits appended to my invoice. A quick google showed me that only 11 websites in the whole world matched these search results! I dutifully visited each one, but there was nothing on them that made any sense, until I happened to look at the list of site vertically in my search results! It was an acrostic! But what could it mean? I read the letters "B A B Y S H A R K D O". I was at a loss, but I wasn't about to give in. I figured that I need to get into character to crack the case. So I put on a beige Mac, and stood in an alleyway, and smoked a cigarette like a private dick in a 60s film noir. It wasn't long before I was approached by this leggy blonde who was also smoking a cigarette through a golden filter stick. What's with this broad I thought to myself? But before I could say anything out loud she leaned in and said "Fucks sake dude, you need a shag, when did you get laid last?" I said "Lady, I'm not sure what you're referring to but in my line of work, having a decent monologue can mean the difference between sitting on the dock of the bay and a sing-song in Sing-Sing, if you know what I mean, and I'm sure that you do". With that, I knew that there was only 1 thing to do, the rooftop encounter. So I make my way up the fire ladders, and waddaya know! There's people fucking, sucking, wanking spanking, it was like Ancient Rome. I got to talking to some guy with a smile on his face and two dames on his dingaling, and he said to me "Look Neil, I know you have this rich fantasy world, but seriously, why not just join Fab and see if there's anyone on there that appreciates your far fetched fiction?" So I did. And the rest is history. |
