irakly
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Yesterday was my daughter's birthday, so I decided to shoot a little present for her. I bought a red snapper, and had a custom pitch-fork made in a local hardware store. Then I went to this chick I know... She was a model of choice for several reasons (being a wife of a brain surgeon is not one of them): she has a fabulous scar, a spectacular figure and a remarkably obedient rottweiler. We set everything up, the model put a latex suit on, and then I realized that we needed red electric tape to make the pitchfork more color-coordinated. So, the girl went to her neighbour's since red electric tape is not usually on her shopping list. The guy, an architect and apparently a fan of global-sized projects, was working his ass off moving a driveway. Mary with a dog and a pitchfork approached him when he was standing in a pose of a scared ostrich and asked for the red electric tape. Maybe he though that it was a hallucination caused by overflow of blood and too much sun, so he asked what was it for. "For my new pitchfork", - she replied. The poor bloke silently went to his garage and came back with a roll of tape. He has not asked anything else, just gave her the tape and instantly evaporated.
Oh, I forgot... My daughter was extremely touched, so was Mary when she learned what was it for.
Oh, I forgot... My daughter was extremely touched, so was Mary when she learned what was it for.