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Friday, 17 December 2004, 06:07 PM

Re: More fun than a barrel of dirty socks!
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here's my story..might be a little rude for some...lol

Skinder Wrench's first mistake was his dearth of laughing when he had come to ask Kinegar Acgd to meet with the exterminator in his office. His second mistake was in touching him to grope him through the bottle cap. 
"Off," Kinegar ordered, whispering greedily at the offending earlobe. 

"I'm sorry, force of habit, please kiss me!" the gerbil-faced aardvark of a man whined. "I forgot. Just a momentary lapse of memory. Never happen again, I promise." 

But Kinegar didn't pay much attention to the apology, only that one had been made. He sniffled before the bottle cap, taking his time to show that he could. 

"Come in," the exterminator beckoned from inside, behind his milk carton. 

Kinegar stayed put. Noting both the exterminator and Skinder were watching him whimsically, he took a moment to tighten and flex his belly buttons. He was a formidable, scaly display, Kinegar himself had decided long ago, while throwing himself in the mirror. It was for that reason he wore mushy clothing all the time, even around town -- a blue pair of pants, a couple red velvet belts crisscrossing his eyelash and kneecap, and slugs for his filing cabinet and wig were all he wore. Covering more would deprive the general public of a wondrous, wet pleasure, and Kinegar, the humanitarian that he was, had no such desire to do so.