story time 4 words only

[Barbara Eia (Brownless)]

as the girls started

[Cherry (Alcock)]

to gyrate with the

[Clive Symes]

sound of music and

[georg ruf jr.]

started pleeding for more

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started begging for more !!!!

[georgswa (Georg Ruf) (RIP)]

only to discover that a lock-in was in progress, so while they sang and drank into the  early hours of Sunday morning. A sharp bitter taste in their mouths and a    straight from hell; oh! what have i missed shrieked Bertie - Half the guests are drunk and the rest just to sick and tired of all the dancing and singing. Anyone for another round at playing a squeeze box in the centre of the crowded pub? An excited scream sent chils down my spine as the sexiest man played the tune ,and so Daddy Georg waltzed around strumming his guitar, not knowing which tune to play next. Out came the fiddle  and 2 spoons, the look on Georgjr face was absolutely priceless; he had no idea how to control the session as Daddy Georg stripped and did a pole-dance with a red g-string and not much else but a giant spinning bow-tie that flashed to the beat of.

It's Raining Men. As it spun and the strings came loose , like a Helicopter it  went flying through the air and landed on Rhonas swelling belly, only to bounce off and hit Jnr in the face. He bent over just as the rocket shot out of his left ear and decided to make a run for it as Rhona lay back and relax.  Jnr tipped over on an empty beer crate falling right into Rhonas compost heap at the end of her bed. Up he jumped and ran to his daddy tears streaming down his face and laughing loud. Untill he ran into a gemsbok and almost landed on the horn. Now this would have been hysterical if not so painfull for poor GeorgJnr who had already paid for one piercing he had had put in his watchamacallit just which hurt like hell!!! bells hanging from it so all the unsuspecting friends stood back wondering what the noise was when Georg pulled the ring that held his so very precious jewels that dangled so precariously from the edge of the codpiece Georg was trying to fit into.

Only now the story  revealing Junior's inner secrets and very precious values which are for sale at the Paris fleamarket or can be swapped for a sand-filled bottle with original cap. Again he asked the question. The girls stood around pondering what else they could swop for Jnrs. sand idea. Incredible ideas crossed their minds ,some of which would make Jnr. laugh and others a tear to the eyes it brought. This could initiate a war dance from Jnr, involving anybody who had a CD player or a vice grip depending on what one could be regarding as pleasure.

Treasure: That's his program ; buried way down deep inside his soul and only visible to the pure-heart- people, that were so taken by his ability to squash apples with his feet that they knew was going to produce the best schnapps to export to Oranjemunders who are eagerly awaiting for the finished product. Rhona's house leprachaun drank the first 5 batches and was a total wreck ,screaming profanity's at everyone in the bot bar including the bots.

While all the lads were green with envy as they were barred by the girls because they had no idea what was about to happen; the pole dancing had gotten out of hand and the bots regulars were about to storm the stage.The look on jnr's face was of abject horror as the girls started to gyrate with the sound of music and started pleeding for more

[Bev Coates (Now Walker)]

volenteers from the crowd

[georg ruf jr.]

to start joining in

[Paula Gottsch (Willson)]

, sadly there were only

[Rhona]

a handfull of brave

[Paula Gottsch (Willson)]

soles who tried to

[georg ruf jr.]

convince the whole crowd

[Paula Gottsch (Willson)]

to drink Jnr's Schnaps!

[Rhona]

But only one volunteer

[Paula Gottsch (Willson)]

stepped forward and was

[georg ruf jr.]

no-one else in particular