B O P

tonight we visited our dear friend bert down on grand ave. our gentlemanly friend arune accompanied us to ensure our safety. upon the arrival of bartolow the neighborhood italian, arune placed his 6'1" frame in his way and breathed his liquored breath into his face: "get the fuck out of here you motherfucker". bartolow scampered from the doorway but arune followed him into the parking lot where he took his MGD draft bottle and broke off the neck on the curb. bartolow cringed as the bottle grazed his cheek, "p p p please dear sweet man, i mean you no harm. i only darkened the shadow of your door because i could not resist the sweet smell of sarah's breasts."
arune shuddered at the thought of sarah's sweet body suffering under the gaze of such a scoundrel. all of a sudden a click was heard in the background. bartolow's eyes widened in fear and arune saw the reflection of flame in his pupils. he spun around to see margaret weilding her notorious marvin gaye lighter, its three foot flame igniting the dense july air. sarah yelped as she clung to the door frame,"Margaret NO!!!" Arune stepped aside as the flame scalded bartolow's thinning hair. he screamed in pain first, then pleasure.
yeah. that was our night at the B O P.
more to come.
- s & m