Re: Yoko on Gilligans Island
- From: M C hammered <smokerdud06@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2008 09:41:42 -0800 (PST)
On Jan 30, 9:09 am, Blackpooljimmy <Blackpoolji...@xxxxxxx> wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJEk0h-q9Tk
Ahh, Gilligans Island. Brings back the ole memries (who says reefer's
bad fer the ole noggins?:)) Now, as I members, there was some hot
chick on that show, some redhead, and all the guys was always after
her, neglectin the more homely brownhaired farm girl. But if it was
yours truely, I'd go for both of em (the hot redhead first, of
course:)). I'd come along, much like Clint Eastwood or Leonard
Bronson, all casual like on a horse with guns, and lite up a big ole
spliff of home growed (or island-growed :)) doobage, and away we'd
go. Before we knew it, we'd be rollin in the sand on the lagoon...and
hopefully that creature wouldn't come out and scare us away. Wait,
was that a different show?
Anyways, what if the ole Yoke was on the Island? I feel if I had met
her on that island, things would have gone different. Not that I'm
complainin. I sat on the couch with her, just inches away, which is
closer than the rest of you will ever be. And I damn touched her!
She pulled away, but not because she didn't like me or didn't find me
attractive or because I smelled bad or she considered me beneath her.
No, nothing like that! It's cause she's Asian and I didn't understand
her customs. If I knowed then what I do now, I'd have come with,
instead of tremblin hands, malt liquor breath and a tape recorder to
document the moments fer all prosperity, I'd show up with a komodo,
sushis, and a big ole pot o fresh brewed tea. That's how you score
with them Chinese ladies. They wanna see you preciate their culture.
Not that I particularly care for it myself....can't fit into no
komodo...prefer Big Macs and Whoppers to rare (or cooked) fish...and
the only tea I give a frik about is T...H...C! He he...LOL...:)
So if the Yoke was on the ole Island, I'd take her to the dunes at
sunset. We'd watch the rising sun, I'd fiddle about with a tape
recorder, she'd do her thing all over me, makin her freaky sounds.
Then I'd bring out my secret weopon! Home brewed in my own little ole
hut, coconut whisky. Get her looped on that and then..say, ever
notice how the Yoke's boobs look a lot like coconuts? Not that
there;s anything wrong with that. In fact, I'd serve the coconut
booze straight from the frikkin coconut so when I sucked on it she'd
get the idear. It would turn her on mightily...and at the stroke of
dawn...we'd make love.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh. That was beautiful.
Now some say, Charlie, that's all just a dream. A beautiful dream but
a dream nonetheless. To which I'd retort, quotin the poet, Dream we
dream alone is just a dream. But dream we dream together is a
reality. And I feel the Yoke and I had this dream together. Many
times, ever since that fateful day in the 80's. It's my reality, and
you can't question it.
Nuff said
.
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