A brush-cutted, sleeveless father with sunglasses perched high on his forehead enters the Bayfield Enforced Buying Space with his brush-cutted, sleeveless son trailing behind. He sniffs the air and declares to no one in particular, “It smells like Florida in here.”
Just as I get up to open a web browser and relay this message to the rest of the world along with an addendum that reads “welcome to the swamp,” an old man wearing suspenders and a stained shirt sees fit to stop by and deliver the following unsolicited story:
“I went to the tanning salon and asked them what kind of tans they do and they showed me a chart, like, of the three or four different tans. And I said, ‘What, no spankings?’ Cause when you get spanked your skin gets a nice tan or burn colour to it.”
He then chuckles and walks off.
Comments 3
Sounds like he thought he found a kindred spanking spirit.
Posted 23 Apr 2007 at 12:01 pm ¶I like your style of storytelling, You write well.
Posted 25 Apr 2007 at 1:58 am ¶Hello! Interesting article, thanks to author!
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