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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
louisev:
((Their jouncing having come to a temporary halt, ENNIS lights up a cigarette and snuggles up with Jack, enjoying the Pause that Refreshes...
or is that Coca-Cola? ))
saucycobblers:
--- Quote from: DeeDee on October 21, 2006, 03:12:24 pm ---THE BED IN ROOM 24:
Well, to tell the truth Billy, they haven't said much. They been too busy trying to get untangled and dry. Right now they seem to be resting along with our buddies here. Sure hate to disturb 'em now. Though they got a first hand look at all the action. Befored they get tossed, I'm gonna make sure they give us all the dirty details.
--- End quote ---
BOB the Motel Siesta BEDSHEET:
**Wooeee!! MATTY? BILLY? How y'all doing down there? Darn it, ah feel like a wrung out warshrag! An' poor PETEY the Hotel Siesta PILLOWCASE's still recoverin' from all the bite marks! Darn near tore up his thread count they did...
Gotta tell ya though, that JBB's bin doin' a fine job attendin' ta that young cowboy's butt. Feels real soft against ma cotton weave. It's a sweet life...**
saucycobblers:
((The laundromat stank of lotion and mothballs and weft and Sheep Pee whiskey, of old undergarments and sour milk, leather trim, shit stains and cheap detergent. JBB lay spread flat, spent and sticky, breathing deep, still half tube-escent, TERRY CLOTH blowing forceful soap powder clouds like big loops, and TERRY said, "Christ, it got a be all that time a yours on YOUNG JACK's butt makes it so goddamn good."
"I didn't know where in the hell you was," said JBB. "Four effen years. I was about give up on you. I figured you was sore about that punch you had ta clean up at Owlma's party. Don't know if ya ever got that postcard I sent. I was over in Pays de la Lotion with the folks. How I met Buneen. There's some serious money there. Her old man's got it. Got this warshin' machinery business - $100,000 industrial warsher-dryers, shit like that. Hates ma fuckin' guts though."
"L'Oreal didn't get you?", Terry said. A rumbling tumble drier sounded far to the east side of the laundromat, moving from the wall on it's 1200 rpm spin cycle.
"Naw. Too squeezed out. Got a crushed snap-shut lid. And a stress crack, the ridged flat end here. Even if you tape it you break it a little goddamn bit at a time. Arse smoothin' ain't what it was in ma daddy's day..."
TERRY brought his loops to JBB's lid and JBB took a hit from the soap powder, exhaled. "Sure as hell seem in one piece to me," said TERRY. "I like doin' it with owls, yeah, but Jesus H., ain't nothin' like this. I never had no thoughts a doin' it with another lotion except I sure got wrang out a hunderd times when I was think' about you. You do it with any other textiles? JBB?"
"Shit no," said JBB, who had been slathering more than arses, not emoliating his own. "You know that. Old Broken Arse got us good and it sure ain't over. We gotta work out what the fuck we're goin' a do now."))
coffeecat33:
Time Out to Roll His Own!
A West Texas Working Cowboy, Rear View
alec716:
--- Quote from: saucycobblers on October 21, 2006, 08:12:29 pm ---((The laundromat stank of lotion and mothballs and weft and Sheep Pee whiskey, of old undergarments and sour milk, leather trim, shit stains and cheap detergent. JBB lay spread flat, spent and sticky, breathing deep, still half tube-escent, TERRY CLOTH blowing forceful soap powder clouds like big loops, and TERRY said, "Christ, it got a be all that time a yours on YOUNG JACK's butt makes it so goddamn good."
"I didn't know where in the hell you was," said JBB. "Four effen years. I was about give up on you. I figured you was sore about that punch you had ta clean up at Owlma's party. Don't know if ya ever got that postcard I sent. I was over in Pays de la Lotion with the folks. How I met Buneen. There's some serious money there. Her old man's got it. Got this warshin' machinery business - $100,000 industrial warsher-dryers, shit like that. Hates ma fuckin' guts though."
"L'Oreal didn't get you?", Terry said. A rumbling tumble drier sounded far to the east side of the laundromat, moving from the wall on it's 1200 rpm spin cycle.
"Naw. Too squeezed out. Got a crushed snap-shut lid. And a stress crack, the ridged flat end here. Even if you tape it you break it a little goddamn bit at a time. Arse smoothin' ain't what it was in ma daddy's day..."
TERRY brought his loops to JBB's lid and JBB took a hit from the soap powder, exhaled. "Sure as hell seem in one piece to me," said TERRY. "I like doin' it with owls, yeah, but Jesus H., ain't nothin' like this. I never had no thoughts a doin' it with another lotion except I sure got wrang out a hunderd times when I was think' about you. You do it with any other textiles? JBB?"
"Shit no," said JBB, who had been slathering more than arses, not emoliating his own. "You know that. Old Broken Arse got us good and it sure ain't over. We gotta work out what the fuck we're goin' a do now."))
--- End quote ---
TERRY CLOTH:
** That summer, when we split up after we got paid out I had weft cramps so bad I pulled a thread out and tried to puke, thought I got a bad spray starch at that dry cleaners in Dubois. Took me about a year a figure out it was that I shouldn't a let you out a my loops. Too late then by a long, long while. **
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