The Aristocrats...
Broadway
Thailand.
He'd managed to save enough pension to join some of the group he
regularly ran into at the stall.
Most of the rest he had seen around here and there- the flight was full
and he was sort of surprised to see a priest AND a rabbi even though he
knew that all kinds make their way to these junkets.
The flight had gone well enough until they ran into a storm over Burma
and in a series of quick and frightening events (that our hero has no
recollection of because he was sleeping with a Sue Moreno cassette in
his ears), the plane went down.
When he came to, he found himself amid the smoking ruins of the
aircraft. Surrounded by bodies and parts of bodies, torn seats, broken
luggage and plane parts, but he hears voices off to his side.
While it appeared that all the other men had perished- miraculously,
both the priest and the rabbi had survived.
With no idea where they were, the three survivors knew they had to
move. Not sure whether they had made it to Thailand or not, they only
knew they were in the hottest, darkest and steamiest jungle any
Dutchman had ever seen.
After walking for what must have been a few days (ever the optimists,
they were sure they'd stumble upon the 'salons' they had heard about in
Rotterdam) the jungle got no less hot, steamier or darker than when
they'd set off.
It was at this point that Luuk had alerted his companions to the smell
of burning wood not far off from where they were resting. They walked
toward the burning smell and were startled to find themselves nose to
nose ring with primitive tribesmen they'd only seen the likes of in
books and movies.
Shorter than they, the dark and gnarled jungle men were no less scary
for their stature. Solid and deadly looking, the three Dutchmen found
themselves captive before their knees could even begin to tremble
After the three had been tied to a tree for more than a few days, not
even the sight of the tribe's naked dancing children frolicking around
the fire could offer these travelers, so far from the NL, the squirmy,
warm excitement they so much enjoyed that first day.
They knew their time was drawing near.
On this day, the tribe's head man comes to the three and says in
English, oddly enough, "We hear about men like you, but a priest and a
rabbi...?" He shook his grizzled little head as he cut the hemp-like
rope from the skanky bunch.
"Skanky dirty men, you have a choice- you can choose death or you can
choose The Aristocrats- Priest, what will you choose?".
The priest thought only for a moment and thought Aristocrats can't be
anything all that bad, but ultimately, he thought he should choose life
either way.
The Aristocrats, sir, The Aristocrats...'
The priest was led not far off and at once found his every orifice
filled with the biggest, dirtiest native schlong for what felt like an
eternity- from what seemed like a dozen of them and when they were
done, they beat him mercilessly until their humongous and dirty tools
would once again be ready to fill the priest's worn and bloody inputs.
Spent and finished with the priest, they left his bloody, wilted and
spooge covered body in a pile of ashes.
"And you, Rabbi, death or The Aristocrats?"
Not knowing exactly what to expect, but thinking no matter what it is,
I have a half chance of getting away if I choose...
"The Aristocrats..."
Well, the same thing happened for the rabbi- these dozen or so savages
made a mess of all his openings and unlike the priest, he screamed for
mercy anytime his mouth became vacant.
His cries were useless.
Done with him, they tossed his used, limp flesh for dead right next to
the priest.
The Chief says to Luuk, "You, with the goofy smile, what will it be,
death- or The Aristocrats?"
Not being the brave sort to begin with, but especially after hearing
the rabbi's gurgling cries for mercy, the pudgy white coward says,
"Death, I choose death, please..."
With a clap, the chief says, "Good, but FIRST, The Aristocrats!
(from Martin Mull in 'The Aristocrats')
Luuk
"Broadway" <broadw...@gmail.com> schreef in bericht
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> It was a sunny and cool day that day Luuk boarded the flight to
> Thailand.
>
> snipped all gibberish <
Such a long post on a saturday, you must lead a lonely life. No wife, not
allowed to see the kid, no friends to spend time with.
Broadway
And you said a mouthful.
I was thinking about a series of short stories that chronicle the
cummings and goings of an aged and effete online hustler with crooked
glasses and a spotty past along Rotterdam's storied piers.
Fun, no?
Luuk
It all says more about your warped mind than about me.
Do you masturbate while you write down all those fantasies?
John Doe
S.
Robbo
wrote:
lol....I've been meaning to catch that movie. I've heard good things
about it.
Marty
"Broadway" <broadw...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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Unlike the Priest and the Rabbi, Luuk loved every moment of it.
Marty
Broadway
Marty wrote:
> Unlike the Priest and the Rabbi, Luuk loved every moment of it.
>
> Marty
And though he didn't make it to Thailand, the value of it all was
pretty spectacular considering the action to pension check ratio.