Re: [CH] Knuckle-Draggers of the list, Unite!
Inagaddadavida,Baby (raelsixty4@earthlink.net)
Wed, 22 Sep 1999 14:23:41 -0600
Twas Writ:
>At 08:06 PM 9/20/99 -0400, Jim McQuaid wrote:
>>The logo is great ! ... but I'm curious as to the Knuckle Dragging
>>aspect ??
>>
>>Cheers, Jim
>
>A coule years ago there was a discussion of chiles that was not related to
>eating them, and this led to a discussion of the stimulation of tootsies
>led by Rael which went in all kinds of amorous directions when the List Cop
>of the day announced that he was outraged that a public list devoted to
>chiles woud be used to promote such lurid accounts. Referred to those
>involved as knuckledragging something or others. Thinking he had insulted
>us mightily he was taken aback when the group in question took it as a
>badge of honor to be considered a "Knuckledragger."
Once upon a time, 'twas a Monk in the service of El Grande. This monk did
play hard and pray hard, but alas, he could never overcome his, as I
believe it was once said, deviance. Indeed, this Monk of the TCS was a
womanizer...or at least he thought himself so. In addition, this Monk was
a devoted player of the Most Clever Game Ever: Twister [tm!].
Consequently, Monk Rael was sitting at some point in time, listening to
Hendrix as he was wont to do, nekkid (as he was wont to do), eating salsa
and chips with a nubile of utmost delight. They had just finished a
roaring game of Twister [tm!] in which Monk Rael had kindly let the
delightful nubile win (he lost...'twas humiliating), and lo' the dollop of
habanero/mango salsa he had dipped from the container of salsa did indeed
jump from chip tip to...toe of nubile. Big toe. Big, well-manicured,
angelic, and quite tasty looking toe, Rael thought, particularly with a
large blob of delicious-o salsa upon it and dripping
eversoslowlylikesweatyhoneyohmygod! down her toe and into the crack betwixt
numero uno toe and toe two.
Rael was mesmerized, breathless, and quite erec, uh, excited. Needless to
say, upon that day, there and then, Rael did lean forward, take toe into
mouth, and suck deeply and lovingly, relishing the taste of sweaty nubile
flesh (Twister[tm!] does make one sweat, mind you...) and sweet heat
habanero salsa.
Salsa shrimpin' was born that day. Happy was Monk Rael. Happy was the
nubile as well as she never had her tasty digits nibbled upon - much less
sucked - and yea, she found it to be most enjoyful if not Enlightening.
Consequently, this moment of Chile Inspiration also gave birth to Salsa
Twister [tm!], of which Monk Rael is legion.
So goes the story of toes, chiles, and whatnot. Or at least, that is the
story I thought of today.
Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles.......
Rael
Rael64
Mississippi Redneck Cook Shackin' Up In Idaho, Baby...
Monk of the TCS / Order of Immaculate Twister
Keeper of the Faith
and a Towel...