![]() This is the fourth installment of Prehensile Paging. Any message you type on the pager contact page appears anonomously on my hip in about 10 seconds or so. The messages make milk come out my nose during meals and give me erections during business meetings. I always have it on me, and,yes, I always have it set on "vibrate." Here are some of the more memorable recent pages (in bold) and my responses: |
![]() Thanks!…wait a minute… ![]() And then what? What if they say "Fruit of the Loom"? Few things trigger my reptilian KILL instinct like the mention of that brand of breifs. ![]() Shit, Dad…I totally forgot! I'll be there ASAP. ![]() Lumber that has lost a family member or loved one. With the rate of logging in this country we're gonna see a lot more mourning wood. ![]() Maybe they think that calling them "steel" is bragging. ![]() I'd heed the doc's advice. Bongs don't work well through a tracheotomy hole. ![]() No way! An open sore is just a physical manifestation of the love trying to get out. The more open sores a person has, the more loving they are. I say go for it! ![]() Well, I'm flattered to be considered an Outsider. But if I learned anything from Sodapop, Johnny, and Daryl, its, "Stay gold, Pony Boy" ![]() I wouldn't do that. I've been eating asparagus. Hungry for more? Vibe Me, Baby I and II and III are aching to be read. ![]() this tale brought to you by: ![]() Copyright © 1998 Prehensile Tales. d e s i g n by h a l c y o n |