Rhodie Tony walks down a hill.
Why? Who cares? The idiot got up there and now needs to come down. He was coming down alright, four tabs of ecstasy, 15 beers got him up there for no apparent reason than besides ‘Why not?’
His body is shaking, mind confused, his limp penis pongs of sheep. This is not good. Some hikers greet him. He fondles the breasts of a buxom woman and is promptly decked by her husband. They do not understand that Tony is not well.
His cell phone rings. He looks. Eish, it is the Boss. WTF? Now was a bad time to phone. He hits the green button.
‘What the fuck do you want? It is Wednesday, almost the weekend and I am riddled with cavid 19.’
Why? Who cares? The idiot got up there and now needs to come down. He was coming down alright, four tabs of ecstasy, 15 beers got him up there for no apparent reason than besides ‘Why not?’
His body is shaking, mind confused, his limp penis pongs of sheep. This is not good. Some hikers greet him. He fondles the breasts of a buxom woman and is promptly decked by her husband. They do not understand that Tony is not well.
His cell phone rings. He looks. Eish, it is the Boss. WTF? Now was a bad time to phone. He hits the green button.
‘What the fuck do you want? It is Wednesday, almost the weekend and I am riddled with cavid 19.’
Blah, blah blah,
‘Really, ooh, what she looks like?’
Blah, blah, bla,
‘Really, ooh, what she looks like?’
Blah, blah, bla,
‘No problem Boss, all sorted.’
Tony hangs up. Jesus fucking Christ, this hill is bad news. Ahh - an idea. If he walks backwards down it, his mind will work in reverse.
A great plan. Five steps and… down he goes, a tumble of arm and legs at the bottom still able to moan among broken bones
Some Polish passer-by, frisk him of his wallet and throws it away in disgust of it being empty.
Tony hangs up. Jesus fucking Christ, this hill is bad news. Ahh - an idea. If he walks backwards down it, his mind will work in reverse.
A great plan. Five steps and… down he goes, a tumble of arm and legs at the bottom still able to moan among broken bones
Some Polish passer-by, frisk him of his wallet and throws it away in disgust of it being empty.
But – Rhodie Tony, can not die. He is a
hard core Rhodesian. Men of Men.
Pushing splintered bones back into his body, he walks to the bus stop. There he meets HER.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7o5itMLK-vQ
Pushing splintered bones back into his body, he walks to the bus stop. There he meets HER.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7o5itMLK-vQ
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