The Goat Pen

A great motorcycle ride. And probably the best scenery in the Smokies.

How much did that bike set you back, Crotch? Looks mighty nice...

"spending some time in Cherokee Forest"

What about Indian porn? There's some good Kama Sutra porn online, very wife friendly. Nice female voice-over giving tips, such as "you can spoil him in this position by stroking his balls", etc....

hedge wrote:How much did that bike set you back, Crotch? Looks mighty nice...

"spending some time in Cherokee Forest"

What about Indian porn? There's some good Kama Sutra porn online, very wife friendly. Nice female voice-over giving tips, such as "you can spoil him in this position by stroking his balls", etc....

Quite a bit, Hedge. A whole bunch more than my trailer. A new 2012 lists for around $22k. Mine is an '04 but looks like a new one....and only has 10k miles on it.

BTW, that rascal has a 6 cylinder engine.....still gets around 46 mpg.

8 yrs. old and only 10K? slacker.

hedge wrote:How much did that bike set you back, Crotch? Looks mighty nice...

"spending some time in Cherokee Forest"

What about Indian porn? There's some good Kama Sutra porn online, very wife friendly. Nice female voice-over giving tips, such as "you can spoil him in this position by stroking his balls", etc....

hmmm...I don't know. Seems like a step down from lesbian's wrestling with strap ons

But more befitting your dotage...

2 pages of motorbike photos and eCat bemoaning his shipwrecked sex life at home.

where are the titties?

Saint wrote:2 pages of motorbike photos and eCat bemoaning his shipwrecked sex life at home.

where are the titties?

Good point, What happened to Augie and all those great pictures of nakie girls.

I think the cops impounded his computer

"That is the first part of the service: now for the second. You should be back, if you set out at once on the receipt of this, long before midnight; but I will leave you that amount of margin, not only in the fear of one of those obstacles that can neither be prevented nor foreseen, but because an hour when your servants are in bed is to be preferred for what will then remain to do.

At midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone in your consulting room, to admit with your own hand into the house a man who will present himself in my name, and to place in his hands the drawer that you will have brought with you from my cabinet. Then you will have played your part and earned my gratitude completely. Five minutes afterwards, if you insist upon an explanation, you will have understood that these arrangements are of capital importance; and that by the neglect of one of them, fantastic as they must appear, you might have charged your conscience with my death or the shipwreck of my reason.

Confident as I am that you will not trifle with this appeal, my heart sinks and my hand trembles at the bare thought of such a possibility. Think of me at this hour, in a strange place, labouring under a blackness of distress that no fancy can exaggerate, and yet well aware that, if you will but punctually serve me, my troubles will roll away like a story that is told. Serve me, my dear Lanyon and save - H.J.

P.S. -- I had already sealed this up when a fresh terror struck upon my soul. It is possible that the post-office may fail me, and this letter not come into your hands until to-morrow morning. In that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more expect my messenger at midnight. It may then already be too late; and if that night passes without event, you will know that you have seen the last of Henry Jekyll."

Upon the reading of this letter, I made sure my colleague was insane; but till that was proved beyond the possibility of doubt, I felt bound to do as he requested. The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance; and an appeal so worded could not be set aside without a grave responsibility.