Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Poopants MacCracken: Smelly Detective
Episode 1 from the comic strip Poopants MacCracken: The Smelly Detective
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Chapter 2 - 'The Silly Boys - Une Livre Extraordinaire'
Chapter two to my harrowing thriller 'The Silly Boys - Une Livre Extraordinaire'
Chapter Two
Those Hips Don't Lie
Those Hips Don't Lie
As soon as Barry had finished giving out about his heart burn we settled down in the shade for a few hours of drinking. I handed out the cans of Lidl brand Excelsior beer and we settled down in a companionable silence for all of 30 seconds
"Ugh, this beer is warm Jose" Barry exclaimed loudly and extravagantly spitting his beer onto the sun baked ground
"He's right Jose, this beer tastes awful" Georgie complained bitterly to my left, a twinge of hate touching his voice
"But I put ice in the bag with the beers" I whined trying to get them to understand
"That was four hours ago! Remember we spent two hours just trying to convince Barry to wear trousers today. The ice has both melted and gone warm in that stupid bag of yours"
"Ah come on guys, they're still drinkable" I pleaded, I cracked my can and took a sip immediately spitting it out. Excelsior beer was awful at the best of times but this tasted like Barry had stirred it with his sweaty feet
"My feet aren't sweaty!" Barry exclaimed
"Wait! How did you read my thoughts?"
"You said what you wanted to think and thunk what you wanted to say" Georgie said judiciously, once more standing over us and stretching, once more looking for a compliment
"I think you mean 'thought' instead of 'thunk'" Barry said gleefully, enjoying his chance to correct Georgie's poor grammar
Georgie pouted stubbornly and started to pace up and down, stopping every so often to pose. Barry and I shared a glance, knowing what he was fishing for but we shrugged and continued to ignore him, which only led him to pose more and strut back and forth right in front of us
I couldn't deal with him though as I had just spotted what Barry was doing
"Aw seriously Barry? After we walked all the way here, across a field of animal piss and Excelsior knows what else!"
Barry slowly lowered his foot from his mouth, spat out the nail and looked at me with a look of utter confusion
"What are you talking about Jose?"
"The nail biting, the fucking nail biting for fucks sake. Why can't you do it normally like everyone else and just bite your fingernails! Is this the real reason why you don't wear shoes or socks?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about"
Georgie finally stopped walking an imaginary runway and sighed exasperatedly
"How do you not get this? Are you socially inept or something?"
"You guys are the socially inept ones" Barry said sourly
"Look, Barry, how many people have you seen biting their fingernails?" I asked
"Loads of people"
"And how many bite their toenails?"
"Loads of people" Barry answered somehow managing a straight face
Georgie and I both simultaneously sighed at once and gave up trying to convince him that basically everything he does is weird. I decided to just record everything weird he does from now on and write a book about it someday called 'Barry Manilow: A Life of Weird'. I took my journal of feelings I feel from my jacket pocket and scribbled out the name and put it 'Weird things Barry does'.
"Hey! Writing down some more of your gay feelings" Georgie cackled beside me, while doing some lunges (that guy would just not give it up)
"Fuck you Georgie. A, my feelings are not gay, they just show off my poetic soul and B, I've given up writing down my feelings, I'm writing down the weird stuff Barry does from now on"
"Hey, that stuff is my intellectual property" Barry declared sitting up
"Do you even know what intellectual property is Barry?"
"Yes I do!"
"Well....."
"I'm not telling you guys, that is my intellectual property and you'll just steal it if I do"
Georgie and I shared a knowing look, or I did with his calves which he had right in front of my face, and I proceeded to write that last comment down in my new journal
"Ugh, mmpfle mmhmm whiffle" Barry mumbled around his foot
"Oh for fucks sake Barry, get your foot of your mouth" I shouted tossing a now empty can of beer at him, warm or not I do love to drink
"Oi! Don't throw things at me! I think I hate you Jose"
"And I think you love me" I cooed
"Shut up!" Georgie screamed "Would you two lovers please just shut up and tell me how good my figure looks today"
We looked over to where he was by 'the rock' and had adopted the classic thinker pose, looking over his shoulder at us
Now it was Barry's turn to sigh exasperatedly with me
"Georgie, man, for fucks sake you have the figure of a 16-year old Filipino girl, what is wrong with you?"
"Barry's right bro, you should probably do something about having such womanly hips!"
"Bros, bros bros!" Georgie said, a twinge of something new I couldn't recognise in his voice "You guys are just jealous"
"Not particularly"
"Not at all"
"You guys are TOTES JEALOUS" he screamed and ran around the other side of the trees so we couldn't see him anymore
"Those hips don't lie Georgie" Barry called after him
We both laughed uproariously and more than a little obnoxiously. When we had finished laughing we could hear the distinct sounds of sobbing from around the other side of the trees.
"Is he crying? Again?"
"Yeah, that guy crys over everything. He'll just finish having his hissy fit and he'll be back around pretending like nothing just happened. I think his brain actually tricks him into thinking that he never actually did any crying"
"That guy is nuts. Beer?"
"Yeah, they're not actually that bad once you get drinking them"
Barry and I sat in a companionable silence, or as much of a silence as you can get when with Barry, what with all the yawning and sneezing
"Aaaaaatchooooo"
"Hay fever?" I asked knowing the answer regardless
"No! What are you talking about?"
"Nothing" I sighed wearily
We were just polishing off our fourth beer when Georgie came back around to us, a smile plastered on his face and the strut back in his gait
"Hey guys! I just went for a piss"
"A fifteen minute long piss" I asked with mock surprise
"Yeah, whatever" Georgie said evasively
"Sure you weren't doing something else back there?"
"Of course I'm sure. Now shut the fuck up and give me a beer"
The three of us sat back to drink ourselves into oblivion and enjoy the sunny day when Barry called out
"Is that someone coming over the hill?"
Georgie and I both looked over to where he was pointing. We couldn't see anything to begin with but then we suddenly saw a mop of ginger hair coming over the top of the hill
We watched for a few more minutes until a face appeared
"Clingy Gangles" we cried out in unison.....
"Ugh, this beer is warm Jose" Barry exclaimed loudly and extravagantly spitting his beer onto the sun baked ground
"He's right Jose, this beer tastes awful" Georgie complained bitterly to my left, a twinge of hate touching his voice
"But I put ice in the bag with the beers" I whined trying to get them to understand
"That was four hours ago! Remember we spent two hours just trying to convince Barry to wear trousers today. The ice has both melted and gone warm in that stupid bag of yours"
"Ah come on guys, they're still drinkable" I pleaded, I cracked my can and took a sip immediately spitting it out. Excelsior beer was awful at the best of times but this tasted like Barry had stirred it with his sweaty feet
"My feet aren't sweaty!" Barry exclaimed
"Wait! How did you read my thoughts?"
"You said what you wanted to think and thunk what you wanted to say" Georgie said judiciously, once more standing over us and stretching, once more looking for a compliment
"I think you mean 'thought' instead of 'thunk'" Barry said gleefully, enjoying his chance to correct Georgie's poor grammar
Georgie pouted stubbornly and started to pace up and down, stopping every so often to pose. Barry and I shared a glance, knowing what he was fishing for but we shrugged and continued to ignore him, which only led him to pose more and strut back and forth right in front of us
I couldn't deal with him though as I had just spotted what Barry was doing
"Aw seriously Barry? After we walked all the way here, across a field of animal piss and Excelsior knows what else!"
Barry slowly lowered his foot from his mouth, spat out the nail and looked at me with a look of utter confusion
"What are you talking about Jose?"
"The nail biting, the fucking nail biting for fucks sake. Why can't you do it normally like everyone else and just bite your fingernails! Is this the real reason why you don't wear shoes or socks?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about"
Georgie finally stopped walking an imaginary runway and sighed exasperatedly
"How do you not get this? Are you socially inept or something?"
"You guys are the socially inept ones" Barry said sourly
"Look, Barry, how many people have you seen biting their fingernails?" I asked
"Loads of people"
"And how many bite their toenails?"
"Loads of people" Barry answered somehow managing a straight face
Georgie and I both simultaneously sighed at once and gave up trying to convince him that basically everything he does is weird. I decided to just record everything weird he does from now on and write a book about it someday called 'Barry Manilow: A Life of Weird'. I took my journal of feelings I feel from my jacket pocket and scribbled out the name and put it 'Weird things Barry does'.
"Hey! Writing down some more of your gay feelings" Georgie cackled beside me, while doing some lunges (that guy would just not give it up)
"Fuck you Georgie. A, my feelings are not gay, they just show off my poetic soul and B, I've given up writing down my feelings, I'm writing down the weird stuff Barry does from now on"
"Hey, that stuff is my intellectual property" Barry declared sitting up
"Do you even know what intellectual property is Barry?"
"Yes I do!"
"Well....."
"I'm not telling you guys, that is my intellectual property and you'll just steal it if I do"
Georgie and I shared a knowing look, or I did with his calves which he had right in front of my face, and I proceeded to write that last comment down in my new journal
"Ugh, mmpfle mmhmm whiffle" Barry mumbled around his foot
"Oh for fucks sake Barry, get your foot of your mouth" I shouted tossing a now empty can of beer at him, warm or not I do love to drink
"Oi! Don't throw things at me! I think I hate you Jose"
"And I think you love me" I cooed
"Shut up!" Georgie screamed "Would you two lovers please just shut up and tell me how good my figure looks today"
We looked over to where he was by 'the rock' and had adopted the classic thinker pose, looking over his shoulder at us
Now it was Barry's turn to sigh exasperatedly with me
"Georgie, man, for fucks sake you have the figure of a 16-year old Filipino girl, what is wrong with you?"
"Barry's right bro, you should probably do something about having such womanly hips!"
"Bros, bros bros!" Georgie said, a twinge of something new I couldn't recognise in his voice "You guys are just jealous"
"Not particularly"
"Not at all"
"You guys are TOTES JEALOUS" he screamed and ran around the other side of the trees so we couldn't see him anymore
"Those hips don't lie Georgie" Barry called after him
We both laughed uproariously and more than a little obnoxiously. When we had finished laughing we could hear the distinct sounds of sobbing from around the other side of the trees.
"Is he crying? Again?"
"Yeah, that guy crys over everything. He'll just finish having his hissy fit and he'll be back around pretending like nothing just happened. I think his brain actually tricks him into thinking that he never actually did any crying"
"That guy is nuts. Beer?"
"Yeah, they're not actually that bad once you get drinking them"
Barry and I sat in a companionable silence, or as much of a silence as you can get when with Barry, what with all the yawning and sneezing
"Aaaaaatchooooo"
"Hay fever?" I asked knowing the answer regardless
"No! What are you talking about?"
"Nothing" I sighed wearily
We were just polishing off our fourth beer when Georgie came back around to us, a smile plastered on his face and the strut back in his gait
"Hey guys! I just went for a piss"
"A fifteen minute long piss" I asked with mock surprise
"Yeah, whatever" Georgie said evasively
"Sure you weren't doing something else back there?"
"Of course I'm sure. Now shut the fuck up and give me a beer"
The three of us sat back to drink ourselves into oblivion and enjoy the sunny day when Barry called out
"Is that someone coming over the hill?"
Georgie and I both looked over to where he was pointing. We couldn't see anything to begin with but then we suddenly saw a mop of ginger hair coming over the top of the hill
We watched for a few more minutes until a face appeared
"Clingy Gangles" we cried out in unison.....
My Foray Into Scientology: Part 1
Recently I signed up for 6 months free membership to the Church of Scientology (on their website www.iasmembership.org), mostly out of procrastination and part out of curiosity as to what people would pay so much money just to belong to something like this and a little bit because I hoped I would get to meet Tom Cruise or John Travolta in real life nad not just in my dreams (sigh).
Just the other day I finally got my membership card in the post declaring me an official member of the Church of Scientology, a little bit of me felt like I had sold my soul and a little bit felt excited to be doing something new and exciting and mostly I felt nothing at all, being part of Scientology doesn't make you suddenly a superhuman like I thought it would. I almost threw the damn card out and go back to worshipping great Poseidon but I thought better of it and said I'd give Scientology a go.
So, dear readers, tune in over the following weeks and months where I will be trying the following while a member of the Church of Scientology;
Tune in next week, same Scientology place, same scientology hour!
Just the other day I finally got my membership card in the post declaring me an official member of the Church of Scientology, a little bit of me felt like I had sold my soul and a little bit felt excited to be doing something new and exciting and mostly I felt nothing at all, being part of Scientology doesn't make you suddenly a superhuman like I thought it would. I almost threw the damn card out and go back to worshipping great Poseidon but I thought better of it and said I'd give Scientology a go.
So, dear readers, tune in over the following weeks and months where I will be trying the following while a member of the Church of Scientology;
- Try to get discounts at local shops, restaurants, pubs and other local proprietors
- Try and see if I can get as much free stuff as I can from the Church of Scientology
- Use my new Scientology superpowers for the good of all
- See if I can actually convince people to convert to Scientology
- Gain VIP access to various clubs, gigs and other assorted events
- Get away with absurd and outrageous acts by claiming I'm a Scientologist
Tune in next week, same Scientology place, same scientology hour!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Silly Boys - Une livre extraordinaire!
This is the first chapter of my book that is entitled 'The Silly Boys' named after a gang I once belonged to way back in the late 90's.
Chapter 1 - Yawnsville
It was warm, warmer than any other Summer we'd ever had. We wanted to take off our leather jackets but that would've meant breaking rule one, 'A silly boy never takes his jacket off in any situation'. So we walked down the street in the sweltering heat being cooked alive in our rhinestone leather jackets.
I turned to the left after a particularly long and loud yawn drew my attention to Barry. Georgie and I both looked at him expectantly after such a drwn out and dramatic yawn. Barry however looked at us as if we were the ones who'd tried to attract his attention.
"Wha'? Wha'?" he demanded in a British accent despite being from Killarney. He scratched at his beard and scratched a mane of curls that was rapidly thinning.
"You were the one looking for our attention" I complained irritably "Always with the dramatic with you Barry!"
"By Excelsior you can be annoying Barry" Georgie complained sourly, I say sourly but he was always in a sour mood anyway so I should say he complained in a normal fashion for him
"But I was just yawning Jose!" Barry complained, a slight whie in his voice, trying to sound casual about his dramatic yawn
"I wouldn't mind only that everything you do is so dramatic, trying to get our attention" Georgie seemed to be in an even more bitter mood today than was usual. Maybe it was te fact that he was a curly headed fuck or that neither Barry or I had commented on his jhorts, despite his incessant chatter about them
"Dramatic? How am I dramatic?" Barry exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his arms his voice trembling on the verge of a falsetto
"Well for one thing your sneezing attracts the attention of half the town" Georgie said, flashing the receipt for his jhorts in front of our faces. Barry hastily stopped pretending to about to sneeze and glared indignantly at Georgie
"I do not!" his voice threatened to break out into song, something to the tune of a Queen song no doubt knowing him
"And the constant giving out. 'Oooh my feet 'urt' or 'Ooooh I've got heartburn, where are my wennie!'" I said while grabbing the receipt from Georgie's hand and throwing it in the bin
Barry gave up the sudden limp he had and shut his mouth quickly, hurrying to catch up with me and Georgie
"I don't do any of those things! If anything, you and Georgie are the dramatic complainers in this gang. Always giving out about how the women in clubs you chat up have boyfriends! Not every girl you talk to has a boyfriend, you know! It's probably just something to do with the way Georgie is always wearing jhorts, showing off his feminine calves, and you, Jose, always groping them inappropriately twenty seconds into the conversation"
"Hey man, jhorts are awesome"
"It's not my fault I've got wandering hands. They do what they do and I do what I do and we all get along famously"
"Hah, you guys suck"
"Well I don't know where you get off making fun of us Barry. Today you weren't even going to wear anything except underwear and that leather jacket out"
"Wha'? It's awflly warm out today!"
"Well wear shorts or something then"
"No! Never!"
"Is this another one of your weird things?"
"What weird things?"
We reached the end of the street and turned left down an alley that smelled suspiciously of sex and vomit. I don't know which one turned me on but I was definitely sporting a stiffy by the time we exited the other side and made our way across the street to the park on the far side
"You know! Your weird things"
"No, I don't know! Tell me"
"Don't tell us what to do you dick!"
"Just tell me!"
Georgie sighed dramatically to my right and just shook his head, seems it was up to me to tell Barry what was so weird about him
"Well for example, we've just walked all the way from the top of the town to the park. A good 500 yards and all the way you've been wearing no shoes or socks!"
"So? I like to let my feet breathe! What's weird about that?"
"What does that even mean? Let your feet breathe?"
"I don't know. I just heard a guy saying it on the television once and it's stuck with me"
"So you're basing your no shoes policy on the fact that a guy on the television once said he did it to let his feet breathe?"
"So wha'? It's normal. Give me another example of a weird thing"
"Well the constant heartburn. How can you have heartburn all the time?"
"I just do, alri'!"
"That's just not possible" Georgie burst out angrily from beside me before lapsing into what he thought was a cool silence while strutting in his jhorts
"Alright Georgie, calm down pal" I looked over to Barry nad rolled my eyes dramatically and pointed blatantly at Georgie while 'whispering' "Diva" to him but Barry wasn't taking the bait
"Look, having heartburn all the time isn't weird ok?"
"Sure it's not"
"And I'm not a diva" Georgie pouted sulenly
"Sure you're not!"
The two silly boys stared at me angrily before lapsing into silence. We kept on walking through the park, kicking childrens footballs away and angrily swatting away flies from our sweaty bodies, still refusing to break rule number one.
"Well, you've got a stupd moustache Jose" Georgie piped up
I gasped and stared at him
"I don't think that thing constitutes a moustache Georgie" Barry cackled beside me, stroking his own full bodied beard
I stared angrily at my two fellow gang members for a full half minute before taking a moustache comb from the pocket of my jacket and brushing the fw strands of moustache that hung in clumps on my upper lip
"I was told I looked sexy with this moustache" I declared angrily, brushing my moustache "Yeah, by Big Red! That one would tell anyone anything if she thought it meant gettin' the ride" Georgie was openly enjoying himself now, the strut back. He was walking slightly ahead of me and Barry now making sure we could see his feminine calves being shown off by his jhorts
"Yeah, remember when she told you that your hair wasn't that stupid looking Georgie and you rode her there and then out in the shed" Barry laughed beside me
Georgie pulled up then and glared back at Barry
"And what about the time she told you you had a full head of hair Barry and you rode her in... wait where did you ride her?"
Barry looked embarassed and looked away
"Oh come on and tell us Barry, we'll keep it between us Silly Boys" I coaxed
"Oh alright, stop badgering me. We rode in the shed as well!"
"Aw sick" Georgie exclaimed
I quickly tried to change the subject
"So how about them Red So...."
"You rode her in the shed as well" the two other Silly Boys exclaimed at once
We all suddenly looked embarassed and refused to make eye contact for a while as we continued walking through the park. We continued on down until we reached the far end of the park and stopped at a clump of trees
"Aw, fuckin finally" I exclaimed and sat down with my back against the trunk of one of the trees
"Finally we can relax" Georgie sighed sinking down onto one of the rocks under the shade of the tree
We had both just started to relax when suddenly our peacefulness was broken by a long drawn out yawn and a sneeze
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatchooooooooo!!! Ugh, heartburn! Where are my wennie....."
I turned to the left after a particularly long and loud yawn drew my attention to Barry. Georgie and I both looked at him expectantly after such a drwn out and dramatic yawn. Barry however looked at us as if we were the ones who'd tried to attract his attention.
"Wha'? Wha'?" he demanded in a British accent despite being from Killarney. He scratched at his beard and scratched a mane of curls that was rapidly thinning.
"You were the one looking for our attention" I complained irritably "Always with the dramatic with you Barry!"
"By Excelsior you can be annoying Barry" Georgie complained sourly, I say sourly but he was always in a sour mood anyway so I should say he complained in a normal fashion for him
"But I was just yawning Jose!" Barry complained, a slight whie in his voice, trying to sound casual about his dramatic yawn
"I wouldn't mind only that everything you do is so dramatic, trying to get our attention" Georgie seemed to be in an even more bitter mood today than was usual. Maybe it was te fact that he was a curly headed fuck or that neither Barry or I had commented on his jhorts, despite his incessant chatter about them
"Dramatic? How am I dramatic?" Barry exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his arms his voice trembling on the verge of a falsetto
"Well for one thing your sneezing attracts the attention of half the town" Georgie said, flashing the receipt for his jhorts in front of our faces. Barry hastily stopped pretending to about to sneeze and glared indignantly at Georgie
"I do not!" his voice threatened to break out into song, something to the tune of a Queen song no doubt knowing him
"And the constant giving out. 'Oooh my feet 'urt' or 'Ooooh I've got heartburn, where are my wennie!'" I said while grabbing the receipt from Georgie's hand and throwing it in the bin
Barry gave up the sudden limp he had and shut his mouth quickly, hurrying to catch up with me and Georgie
"I don't do any of those things! If anything, you and Georgie are the dramatic complainers in this gang. Always giving out about how the women in clubs you chat up have boyfriends! Not every girl you talk to has a boyfriend, you know! It's probably just something to do with the way Georgie is always wearing jhorts, showing off his feminine calves, and you, Jose, always groping them inappropriately twenty seconds into the conversation"
"Hey man, jhorts are awesome"
"It's not my fault I've got wandering hands. They do what they do and I do what I do and we all get along famously"
"Hah, you guys suck"
"Well I don't know where you get off making fun of us Barry. Today you weren't even going to wear anything except underwear and that leather jacket out"
"Wha'? It's awflly warm out today!"
"Well wear shorts or something then"
"No! Never!"
"Is this another one of your weird things?"
"What weird things?"
We reached the end of the street and turned left down an alley that smelled suspiciously of sex and vomit. I don't know which one turned me on but I was definitely sporting a stiffy by the time we exited the other side and made our way across the street to the park on the far side
"You know! Your weird things"
"No, I don't know! Tell me"
"Don't tell us what to do you dick!"
"Just tell me!"
Georgie sighed dramatically to my right and just shook his head, seems it was up to me to tell Barry what was so weird about him
"Well for example, we've just walked all the way from the top of the town to the park. A good 500 yards and all the way you've been wearing no shoes or socks!"
"So? I like to let my feet breathe! What's weird about that?"
"What does that even mean? Let your feet breathe?"
"I don't know. I just heard a guy saying it on the television once and it's stuck with me"
"So you're basing your no shoes policy on the fact that a guy on the television once said he did it to let his feet breathe?"
"So wha'? It's normal. Give me another example of a weird thing"
"Well the constant heartburn. How can you have heartburn all the time?"
"I just do, alri'!"
"That's just not possible" Georgie burst out angrily from beside me before lapsing into what he thought was a cool silence while strutting in his jhorts
"Alright Georgie, calm down pal" I looked over to Barry nad rolled my eyes dramatically and pointed blatantly at Georgie while 'whispering' "Diva" to him but Barry wasn't taking the bait
"Look, having heartburn all the time isn't weird ok?"
"Sure it's not"
"And I'm not a diva" Georgie pouted sulenly
"Sure you're not!"
The two silly boys stared at me angrily before lapsing into silence. We kept on walking through the park, kicking childrens footballs away and angrily swatting away flies from our sweaty bodies, still refusing to break rule number one.
"Well, you've got a stupd moustache Jose" Georgie piped up
I gasped and stared at him
"I don't think that thing constitutes a moustache Georgie" Barry cackled beside me, stroking his own full bodied beard
I stared angrily at my two fellow gang members for a full half minute before taking a moustache comb from the pocket of my jacket and brushing the fw strands of moustache that hung in clumps on my upper lip
"I was told I looked sexy with this moustache" I declared angrily, brushing my moustache "Yeah, by Big Red! That one would tell anyone anything if she thought it meant gettin' the ride" Georgie was openly enjoying himself now, the strut back. He was walking slightly ahead of me and Barry now making sure we could see his feminine calves being shown off by his jhorts
"Yeah, remember when she told you that your hair wasn't that stupid looking Georgie and you rode her there and then out in the shed" Barry laughed beside me
Georgie pulled up then and glared back at Barry
"And what about the time she told you you had a full head of hair Barry and you rode her in... wait where did you ride her?"
Barry looked embarassed and looked away
"Oh come on and tell us Barry, we'll keep it between us Silly Boys" I coaxed
"Oh alright, stop badgering me. We rode in the shed as well!"
"Aw sick" Georgie exclaimed
I quickly tried to change the subject
"So how about them Red So...."
"You rode her in the shed as well" the two other Silly Boys exclaimed at once
We all suddenly looked embarassed and refused to make eye contact for a while as we continued walking through the park. We continued on down until we reached the far end of the park and stopped at a clump of trees
"Aw, fuckin finally" I exclaimed and sat down with my back against the trunk of one of the trees
"Finally we can relax" Georgie sighed sinking down onto one of the rocks under the shade of the tree
We had both just started to relax when suddenly our peacefulness was broken by a long drawn out yawn and a sneeze
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatchooooooooo!!! Ugh, heartburn! Where are my wennie....."
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