While her husband Paddy Purple is busting his gonads at work Pam Purple has been having a fling over the past few months with Daniel Dandelion who lives across the road. On one wet, lusty, horny day Pam and Daniel are in the master bedroom going at it hammer and tongs when out of the blue Pam hears Paddy pull up in the driveway and park the car in the double garage.
Stone the crows!, Paddy has come home very early today, quickly gather up ya street clothes and jump out the window, yells Pam.
No way i'm gunna jump out the window Its Pouring Rain, replies Daniel.
If you don't and we get caught in here together by Paddy he'll whack us for sure. Ya know he's got a violent temper and will use the loaded double barrel shotgun that's stashed away in the wardrobe without a second thought.
Scared of what could happen Daniel slowly opens the window tossess his street clothes out and follows 'em a few moments later. Landing on the lush front lawn and still in his birthday suit he grabs his street clothes tucks 'em under his arm and streaks along the wet footpath and runs smack bang in the middle of the Annual Contention Marathon. Quick as a flash he decides to join the marathon hoping to melt into the crowd of runners, which doesn't workout to well.
Breaking away from a small pack of runners is Tom who makes a bee-line for Daniel and asks, Do ya always run in ya birthday suit?.
Yep!, because there's nothing like a chilly breeze blowing over ya skin to invigourate ya senses, replies Daniel.
A few minutes later Dick breaks away from a different pack of runners, makes a bee-line for Daniel and asks, Why do ya carry ya street clothes tucked under ya arm?.
When i reach the finish line i can get changed right away, jump in my car and drive home.
Down the road a click or so, Harry wobbles over to Daniel casting his eyes toward Daniels crown jewels and asks, do ya usually wear a pink french letter when ya run in ya birthday suit?.
Only when Its Pouring Rain, replies Daniel who then veers off to the right and streaks down a side street in an effort to avoid anymore attention.
(c) 2013 Windsmoke.