Short story of the month JUNE/07

Ok mutherfuckers you want a short story, Listen up!

Back in the 80's a cylnder of Ether "fell off the back of a truck" and I piped it into the A/C of a hotel's banquet hall during an upscale artsy fartsy wine drinking event. Previous to this I purchased 12 military gas mask. When everybody went sleepy time the "12 sons of sin" took a bunch of stuff and put a bunch of people in appropriate sexual positions and took pictures: His head in her crotch (poor bastard!), her head in his crotch (Well she is a gold digger right?) and wel, you get the picture. You dont walk into Walgreens photo and say "I want quadruple one hour prints on these please." Well you do if you are stupid (stupid is as stupid does) but thats not the case here.

Ok, Shows over, lets go! Mov'em out! Adios. Nothing to see here, move along, you dont have to go home but ya cant stay here, (Phone rings) "Hello...No I cant I told you Tuesday is no good for me, thats the night I hose down the people I have chained up down in the basement. Wednesdays good. Ok see ya then.) Come on people lets go, I've got things to do so lets move it! Not going to live for ever now are we? Get, Scram, VAMOOSH!! Sianara, sKiddaddle, beat feet.....