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CovemsParticipantbetter luck there then with me cause i'd probably be able to give you one
Awww Miss Sexi, anything you'd give me would be special
and we don't need the whiskey or the back rubCovemsParticipant
CovemsParticipantJoe Nichols
“Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off”CovemsParticipantTammy Wynette
“Stand By Your Man”CovemsParticipantI love hugsNext one will be Sexilicious
CovemsParticipantPookie… You have a bet.
CovemsParticipantThe Everly Brothers
“Abandoned LoveCovemsParticipantBrad Paisley
“The World”CovemsParticipant@ Pookie… Keep that thought, I'll be right there.
@ Brandy… two out of three is just fine. We really don't need the whiskey.
CovemsParticipantBingo! We have a winner!!
Next will be Brandybee
CovemsParticipantI get to chat with Amy for a few moments. “Hello Sweets,” I say and we begin to chat. We're cordial and pleasant, inquiring how each is getting along. Fond memories stir inside me, and there's a longing to once again take her into my arms. But, I have agreed to keep my distance, and I want to respect her wishes.
Showing remarkable self restraint, I take my leave from Amy, and head back to the fire. I see that The Pookie and Terri Show is in full swing. The two naked and very attractive ladies are being placed into the back of a patrol car and hauled away to, no doubt, pay their fine.
Woody assures me that he has a plan of rescue which he will carry out. He does and Pookie and Terri are returned to us, sans clothing. Someone hands them each a towel to cover their bodies with. We all applaude Woody for his quick thinking and resourcefulness.
“I can't find my clothes.” Terri says to everyone.
“Me either, ” Pookies chips in, “we left them on that chair.” Pookie points to a now empty chair.
A single word pops into my mind. “Dwarfs.” It seems we've forgotten their fondness of ladies clothing. Another thought pops into my mind. “Well done lads.” That thought makes me smile.
I meet Darbi with a greeting and a tip of my hat, welcoming her to the village. I show off my new spoon ring to everyone, and thank Miss Stone for her kindness. Calling for everyone to gather around, I propose a toast. We raise our glasses. “To friends. Those we made and those we have yet to make.”
Finishing my beer and tossing the empty bottle into the recycle can, I ask Miss Stone if she would do us the honor of setting off the first skyrocket. She agrees and presses the button on the remote. Up goes the trail of embers and a star pattern of beautiful colors burst into the night sky, lighing up the lake waters for that brief moment.
Soon it's rocket after rocket ascending into the sky, each bursting and popping with their own unique design. I begin to count them, so we can be sure they have all been shot off. I wouldn't want to leave any live rounds out on the little island.
While all the singing and the burning of “The Fawking Guy” is happening, I crack open another cold beer. The cool liquid feels good in my throat as I take a swig from the bottle.
I go to stand next to Pookie as the remote gets passed around to anyone who would like to set a rocket off. I lean against her with just a little bit of force, pushing her into Terri. Using her shoulder, Terri pushes Pookie back. I press again, and Terri does the same.
“If you two keep this up,” Pookie say, “you'll make me lose my towel.”
I lean down to whisper into Pookie's ear. “That's the whole idea.” I lean back to look into her eyes with a big grin on my face.
CovemsParticipantMiss Terror… your Jets play New England tonight. I offer this wager. A back rub and a few shots of whiskey.
Currently the spread of your legs… wait….
Currently the spread is Patriots giving 10 to the Jets. I will offer that to the wager.CovemsParticipant
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