One time this pirate washed ashore and the guy who found him, Pete, explained to the pirate that he was on the Monterey coast in the year 2005. The pirate was only shocked for mere seconds and then proceeded to ask Pete where the nearest pub was located. There was no question that this was a real pirate, for the wrecked wooden raft resting several meters away proved that. Anyone could easily tell by a quick glance that only a real pirate could make a raft like that, so wooden, so . . . . so pirate like. So, Pete and the pirate of Pt. Lobos, for that is the name of the location on the Monterey coast where Pete found him, took Pete's car to the local pub. It was no surprise how amazed the pirate was with Pete's automobile. He couldn't resist twisting the knobs on the radio and rolling up and down the electric windows. At the pub, the pirate was barely distracted my his unfamiliar surroundings when the bartender placed a tall stout in front of him. After three stouts each, Pete and the pirate of Pt. Lobos became the life of the party, charming everyone to dance on the tables and join them in drunken stupor. A swell time was had by all. After hours of song, drink, and womanizing, Pete and the pirate realized that there time together was coming to an end. Like an unforeseen rain cloud drowning the heart, Pete knew it was time to say goodbye. The drive back to Pt. Lobos was awkward. It seemed that Pete and the pirate had nothing much in common anymore away from the pub. Conversations were limited and communication was grim. The harsh reality was, they were different form one another, and this was the last time they would ever hang out together. A sense of distance was now apparent in their manner, until the pirate reached from his pocket a gold coin and handed it to Pete. Off in the distance a pirate ship appeared, possibly out of nowhere. With a pat on the back and a warm wink to say thank you, Pete watched the pirate of Pt. Lobos row what was left of his raft out to the ship to join his fellow pirate friends once again. A year later, Pete went back to that place on the beach at Pt. Lobos to relive the memory. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his gold coin. Looking at it, Pete wondered how much it was worth. But he didn't wonder too long, for he knew he would never sell it, for what it represented was priceless. As the sun began to set, Pete drove home, and blood came out, and the rest is up to your imagination.
Complimenting THH's post....laughing hysterically at its pointlessness and how all that had to end in "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination' and that i to have to end this with "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" but i dont want to end it "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" because i like to be different, odd some may say ...by me not ending it "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" that would break the the flow of things......hmm.....what is a woman to do. should i end it like that? or should i be deviant and annoy a whole lotta people especially THH who made this thread.....he seem sto be making a lot of weird threads...hes funny...he makes me laugh .. i saw his photo tooo...not bad! naughty...... just ot keep him happy ......and every one else...i slit my legs while pole dancing and then blood came out...but i wen to the hospital and it was ok ! .............but then i got home it was leaking.and i poked it..and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination
Originally posted by Uneeklyconfused😆
Complimenting THH's post....laughing hysterically at its pointlessness and how all that had to end in "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination' and that i to have to end this with "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" but i dont want to end it "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" because i like to be different, odd some may say ...by me not ending it "and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination" that would break the the flow of things......hmm.....what is a woman to do. should i end it like that? or should i be deviant and annoy a whole lotta people especially THH who made this thread.....he seem sto be making a lot of weird threads...hes funny...he makes me laugh .. i saw his photo tooo...not bad! naughty...... just ot keep him happy ......and every one else...i slit my legs while pole dancing and then blood came out...but i wen to the hospital and it was ok ! .............but then i got home it was leaking.and i poked it..and then blood came out and the rest is up to your imagination