The Devil Came to Town

corset as pretty as mine is ? Burt was like Dude the corset and super glue..AGAIN , i can't ever leave you alone. Burt pry's Carl apart, wipes his brow, tells him to put some real clothes on and turn the heat down on those duck cheeks, cuz man we are gonna hit the town tonite and ...

 

We have to defend our line dancing championship. On the way they dropped into Slapstick McGillicutty's for some liquid courage. They needed all the help they get to defend their titles. They sat down at the bar, and the bar madam say to Carl “Nice corset”. Fituck Fituck came the reply. Burt looks at Carl and says “Ooo sorry bout that dude, plumb forgot” Burt grabs the Popsicle and pulls, Carl’s eyes start to bulge as his tongue starts to stretch, he starts looking like a chameleon hunting a juicy bug for lunch. SNAP the carnage was terrible….

 

< I LOVE this story stuff BUT where is the devil??? The title is 'The Devil Came to Town' LOL, I guess the devil is Dale's dwarfs *snicker*>

 

I am pretty sure this is still only the first chapter. Were putting the ground work down for a really big entrance. We will get to him eventually??

 

Well thanks, I appreciate that response. I've been too stressed out to contribute but I do like to follow these thingies as I have missed them.

 

You can follow this.Damn woman your good!!! Do ya think maybe one day you could explain it to me

 

there were tongue bits and popsicle chunks flung to and fro, one even hit a BIG biker named Tiny, who became enraged and flung ...

 

and flung his arms out and exclaimed, "NOW you've done it, Carl. I've had about enough of your lip. And tongue."
With that, Tiny heaved his mighty self off of his stool and stood towering over Carl. Carl could feel the sweat beading up on his nose. Try as he may, he couldn't get out of range of Tiny's meat like fists and watched as one came right towards his kisser. Lucky for him, his face was covered in an oil-slick like sweat and Tiny's fist slid right off and hit the girl standing next to Carl. As Tiny was running for his life from the enraged chick, Carl took......

 

a quick swig of Tiny's beer, and silently slid out the back door while looking for Burt who must have decided to ...

 

...do his usual disappearing act in times of need. Oh well, Carl always thought of himself as a loner, a rebel. He prefers it this way, nobody depending on him and he depending only on his ......

 

cat-like reflexes, and devastating wit and charm.

 

Which so far have let him down in the recent past what with the GLUE and TINY incedents. But Carl was determined to turn over a new leaf, and who knows he might just find out that he really is not ....

 

..not the loser that the palm reader at the mall said he was destined to become. Stupid gypsy, anyway, he would show her and all of the naysayers in his life. He was sick to death of being a ........

 

joke to men, and a bigger joke to women. If he could just see Thelma again, he'd show her what a real man was!!

 

But first he had to get his ass to work! As he wipes his disgustingly wet brow yet again, he wonders if he'll ever realize his dream of....

 

medical research finding a cure for his unfortunate physical ailments.

 

Or was it an aliment???
How could a man of his stature get caught up in all these incidents? Was it possible there was some unseen force at work? He felt like a puppet, with somebody pulling the strings. Someone with a devilish sense of humor. Someone that didn’t care about the implication that these tricks had on any individual, one may say that the attitude was devil-may-care. In the back of his mind there was a long hollow laugh…SHIT he cried I’ve been possessed by the Devil.
‘The devil had come to town’ on Carl. “DAMN” he said “This is the forth time this week"…

 

...that somebody has used my body and soul and I'm getting mighty tired of it! Dang it all! Enough, he decided and off he strode, to find him a priest. And maybe even a ....

 

Laxative, He’d get rid of this damn freeloader once and for all. Walking through the city he happened by a church, the sign read “Birth’s, Death’s, Marriages & Demonic Possession our specialty”
“See Father Cane Able for our Wednesday Special On Exorcisms”. He knocked on the door 3 times, a little flap opened, all Carl could see was an eye. “I’ve come about the Wednesday Special” “Door round back” came the reply. He opened the door and stepped into a small dark room with a chair set neatly in the centre, he closed the door as a voice from nowhere said ‘Sit down please’. Carl made him self comfortable on the small wooden chair. The chair creaked, the room filled with intense light and at the same time a guy in a Witch Doctor suite jumped out of the shadows. “Hey you” said the witch doctor. Quite startled Carl said “Who me” “No not you, the one inside you” said the Witch Doctor. Mistofolies, Satan, George W, what ever your name is I want you out of this body right this instant. Please pay at the door on your way out. “That’s it” said Carl. Well what do you expect for five bucks. Carl started to abuse the Witch Doctor, but Carl felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders…..

 

fuck me drunk....i`m engrossed....and i`m drunk......carry on, please