Finish the Sentence vol. Onety-Seven (A New Beginning)

... and loves me back" thought Bust as he...

thought if she would accept to do a 3some with...

.....( oh damn, no more animules...hmmmmm)

.....two strange women and that toothless Thai customs agent he met on vacation..

... that checked F's every possible hiding spot before clearing her, poor girl, she hasn't stopped thinking about him since...

....Bust'm PM'd her about the fantastic finger wave that he got in Thai customs. Truly "the country that wears a smile on it's face....", said he on the way back to the airport....

... tip that nasty little man again, if he'll frame F for a drug bust, and lock her up in a Thai prison for a year or so, to which the nasty little troll happily agreed...

But little did Bust know, he & F were friends since high school...

... which explains why she seemed so giddy during that first customs "inspection", but ever since the day he asked her to the Sr. Prom and F said "Sorry Ngyen, but I don't roll that way", he's been looking for revenge...

So with the money Bust slipped him, he was Gung Ho for the trap he was getting ready to set..

...with a kilo of heroin and a shipping slip for 3 tons of poppy seeds tucked in his desk, he smiled as the Ravishing, but oh-so-unsuspecting, F approached his station...

....smelled some BAIT in the trap, and left for the airport with a smile and an address in EST to attend to.

( and now, I finally get to use my avi as intended )

...So as the Ravishing F settles in for her LONG flight across the Pacific, with Super Saver fare plan that includes three layovers and two days of travel, Bust and Princess D hop a dingy from the beach of Phuket out to the good ship Lady D, a Vic Carpenter - hand crafted sailing vessel, which had been waiting patiently anchored in Pa Tong Bay for this meddlesome weasel of a woman to disappear... (I crack me up)

Uh....I'd put that crack pipe down and concentrate on doing a Houdini to get out of that gray bar Thai love shack that you're in. Your comments are not of either a free or mentally well man......D and F are not impressed with your smoke dreams and your..............

(Arrrgh, me fine fickle lass, ye may be dreamin' a might fine dream thar in yer coach class cramper, but me tinks yer butts uh puckerin so tight it be squeezin' yer brain a bit a too tight.... Princess D loves the smelly bait-boy, she can't help herself) (I'm still crackin'

Lmao!!!

So D hops on board with the Captain and....

....and....and......and then SCREAMS at the top of her lungs ! NO FUCKING WAY YOU CHEAP SHIT DUMPSTER DIVING CAPTAIN MORGAN WANNABE to the wino bedecked in a cast off costume. The poor woman is so pissed..........

In the taxi to the airport she looks to the sky and sees a vapor trail going east. East to Hawaii where she will meet up with her beloved F and all will be well again.

Pirate imposters. Really. If we wanted quality pirate actors we would have called for the Monk man.

" Casting call for Monk man "............

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Originally posted by F1098

....and....and......and

(Had ya stutterin' there, didn't I WENCH !!)

... but as the Evil F sat in her cramped plane seat twirling her nose mole, Princess D sat alone in heavy traffic, and recalled the details of that fine sloop with its impeccable mahogany and teak topside... rolling those images through her head, she caught a glance down the cabin hatch... "Was that a..." she thought, then with a tear of affection on her cheek she grabbed the taxi driver by the shoulder, "STOP !!!" she cried, and like a scene from hollywood, jumped from the cab and ran back to shore as fast as her little feet would carry her...

.........because she had left her cell phone. still aching from the splinters in her ass from the deck of that reconstituted freight pallet junk, she couldn't get to the airport soon enough......

(I get a grin everytime I see your name on the "last poster" slot, but you obviously have no knowledge of the fine work to come out of Parry Sound in Lake Huron... a pallet junk, pshah! )


... yes the dingy ride to Bust's fine vessel was a bit rough on the tushy, but once she bombed the landing strip assuring F had no quick return, B & D will be sailing the Indian Ocean, ... hmmm maybe he'll stop at the Seychelles first...

....and run into the Somali pirates who are not nearly so nice as F's inimitable Dyke Pirates. I foresee them tossing the infidel Chum Boy overboard and......


( and no, I do not hang out around Midwest shipyards ( bazzar in itself), trying to get lucky...sheesh !)