Sunrise finally came at the illegal biker’s campsite. Whereupon the hot morning sunshine right into Bike Mikes kisser to arouse him from the deep drunkard slumber of him dreaming about his two biker moll bitches that he banged them both really good, just the night before into complete submissive of being his from now on; most of all of wanted another beer to cried out from the chair slump in front of the still running TV set “hey, one of you two dyke broods get me a brewski for my mouth so dry rotted I can’t even pit; while the other sucks me off.”
“Hey, I said now” The giant of a man rubs his stomach to see it was bulging out enough to make him worried of seeing a beer gut forming “damn, I need to work out more before I start looking pregnant with beer fat.”
Still, no answer to make him piss off to get his sorry arse off the chair and do it himself to raid the fridge for more suds “now you two cunts are going to get it; making me get up.”
He pops off the metal ring of the aluminum beer can to down it all in one gulp, then another the same way, finally finishing off a third one and last one in the fridge; seeing no more hot ones around the cabin to get him mad again “damn. Seems like I need to make another run to the store for more brewskies; need cash first, which we don’t have any (spent on gas, drugs, alcohol, and hookers).”
He cried out again to echo throughout the cabin in mean voice “alright you two nympho’s get your f*cking faces out of each other’s cunt and get your sorry skank asses out in the streets to make us some money for more f*cking suds.”
Still, no answers to make him blow his stack “what the f*ck is going on around here!”
He look throughout the cabin and even around it then throughout the entire campsite to hear his entire gang and their molls they haven’t seen hide nor hair of neither of them; since there lesbian sex show in front of the cabin the night before “must have been good, when I was out cold last night; damn, I miss the show; they all said it was really hot and heavy. But, back to the question; Where the F*CK ARE THEY?”
Big Mike return to the cabin to give it another once-over to see if he misses anything and saw he did; Bonkers blue toon police cap was under the bed, where Biker Kim Possible was sleeping in “must have been kicked under; when the two sluts fought back with the toon kidnapping them both, betcha with help.”
He had to think hard from the drunkard haze from the three beers to finally dawn on him, who the cap belongs too “where are those two-little f*cking creeps, right now (Ron & Bonkers). I betcha they got them both to be their sluts hookers.”
Sat Oct 20 21:59:29 2018