Brothers, and Sisters,
A bit of a Cheetah render of a SketchUp helicopter jag.
Bring that, it's fun for me.
So, this dude, Uncle808 plasma blast, crated a bit of a bathroom model... A bathroom from a home, a small white bathroom -- one that you might find in a house, an apartment... That kind of deal.
I thought I'd share, here's what I had to recall when I checked out his action.
I like the can, getting into none can action in the can can be fun.
I met this curve once at a little dive way up north, bought her a drink or two while we smoked -- this was a bit back in the day -- smoking hadn't yet evolved into the blasting big downer it is today.
At any rate, she was very calm, and just big eyed good looking, worked at the college book store if I recall -- told me they price the books with a powdered graphite, so that they can erase the prices and re-stamp them if the price goes up, that and a number of other things...
So after a few brown bottles, I had to hit the can, so popped up and said "be back," and staggered my way down to the John...
So, a moment later, I'm standing at the tall porcelain, feeling free, that pleasant wave of relief all massaging my bladder, while I check out the graffiti:
"Tech High blows"
"The Huskies rule"
"If you can read this, you need to drink more!"
The usual.
So, I'm reading, and I hear someone fire on the sink, and set to washing up -- like really splashing around in the water -- making a real statement out of it.
A lean back around the divider deal that compartmentalizes the little room, and there at the sink is said curve...
She's got her skirt off -- nothing memorable about her panties, perhaps blue with some pattern on them -- she has her skirt in the sink, and is really working away at something or another.
Panic hits -- "am I in the women's room?"
Jack bird no -- I'm at a urinal, that ain't chick action -- she's in the men's room.
I'm good for a few more rounds, at least.
I'm thinking this is an interesting development, a bold move on her part to let me check her action out more closely -- she's toying with me, telegraphing her interests...
"Hey, Jump Bunny," I speak cool -- nothing out of the ordinary here, "what you up to?"
She doesn't look up, continues to scrub.
"I can't believe this," She pumps soap into her hand and really harasses the wad of wet fabric, "damn it!
All set, I zip up and approach, she does have nice legs...
"Can I give you a hand there, babe Jack?"
White knuckled, she squeezes out water.
"There is a chunk of gum on this new skirt! She glares at me, "are you chewing gum?!"
She has Jack bird nice lips -- full -- her mouth is angry... I'm liking her more, and more.
"You did this, didn't you? I thought I saw something fly out of your mouth when you sat down, caught it out of the corner of my eye, didn't I?"
Now I'm feeling like what? I'm in elementary school? She's all going to send me to the principles office? I sure felt like that, and that, well, it made me want more...
The thing is, I don't do gum, never really liked it, haven't had a stick in years, but hell, why let that Jack bird stop anything? So I spin out:
"I may have been enjoying some... Bazooka bubble perhaps..."
Her head jerks to one side and she really scowls.
"Perfect, that's great, that's really smooth! You could have said something..."
I reach past her, and wash my hands.
"What can I say, I thought it bounced off you, bounced off you and onto the floor..."
"Oh, I thought it bounced onto the floor?!" She clicked mocking into high gear, as she shakes out the skirt, snaps it with a stern "POP!" "You thought it bounced onto the floor?! Of course! It just went on the floor, bounced off me and onto the floor?"
She looked totally hot now, I mean she was mad, and jutting her chin out, and swinging her hips around, it was awesome.
So I said, "The truth is, I was trying to get it in your hair..."
"In my hair?"
"Sure, you have nice hair... but it seemed be crying out for my bazooka, so I fired it out while you took a sip... I wanted to get it stuck there, in that sexy hair of yours...""
"That is so wrong!"
"No, it was hot!" And in my mind, it was.
"Hot? Hot? God! And I'm suppose to like that, having gum in my hair?" Her eyes rolled up into her head, like she was going to blow a gasket.
"It seemed harmless, and very sexy..."
"Your... your... your not human..." Just like that, she's shaking the skirt out and stepping into it.
"Not human?" That was it, I was completely smitten -- Perfect -- this was love, but it was clearly to late!
In one move she snaps the front, storms out, and disappears out into the night.
I never saw her again, the sexy gum girl.
Oh well.
So about that clock in the mirror there, Uncle 808 state, is it suppose to be on the opposite wall, or on the glass?
It looks kind of odd?
Yeah, I think perhaps.
Durant "read the comic" Hapke
