jeffw wrote:"It was dark when Tayita pulled his chariot into the only open space outside the Pyramid Night Club; he looked down at Never-a -Teety, flicked his Camel cigarette butt over the horse's butt and said, 'But but, by Seth's sweaty butt you're looking good tonight! What do you say to a ride out into the desert and I'll show you my asp?'
'But but,' she replied, and threatened to cover him over with her cloak of untouchable virginity.
'No more buts, get your sweet little butt up here and hang onto my butt; but before you do, douse my cigarette butt with water from yonder ancient rain butt.
'But but,' she said again, 'Do you have any protection, oh mighty inflamed Tayita, Son of Ramasis the Never Ever Ready? It would not be right for you to leave me filled with child.'
'Protection, you say?' He smiled at her, beatifically, (f**k knows what that means, but but, I read it somewhere) But I am Tayita, Lord of Lords, King of the Dunes! (not the one in Vegas), the only protection you will feel tonight is from the wind.'
'You have doors on this thing?' She stroked the paintwork, 'what if there's a sand storm?'
'No probs,' he told her, and reached out for a butt-on sticking out from the dashboard, 'convertible, sweetheart. Full palm-frond roof; a crack full of sand ain't no good to me.'
Hey Guys - going to have to watch this jeffw - he's developing into a full-blown WS ghost writer