…Mr. MWS was last observed in a crimson rage on a crumbling curbside in Rio having failed to interfere with the German female volleyball team’s ‘incomparable growlers’. Meanwhile Stronzetto his glue hoofing man-mule had been run over quite thoroughly and thrashed for his efforts…
The blessed relief of serenity these past few months has bluntly been stabbed by the ‘sexual servants’ latest infantile dispatches from the mind garden… Proceed with a shovel of salt
Stronzetto come along at once, why are you walking like John Wayne lumping a hod? “Arse hole so sore, this white stuff so slippy and hard to walk in” You would have fallen at the first hurdle in any decent school my boy, stuffing one’s anus with improbable objects is virtually part of the curriculum. And besides you are my mule and the trifling inconvenience of smuggling half a bale of puro coca up your less than virgin rectum paid off rather handsomely, you received your glue ration did you not? We are free from that infernal favela non? Furthermore the white stuff to which you refer is called snow. As novel as it may be to your adhesive attention, right thinking men see the purity in it and don’t carry on like Colin cunting cream-puff every moment of this glorious day.
“Why my toes turning black ?”
My best guess is along these lines - you are an imbecile stood in sub zero temperatures in what I can only imagine started life as flip flops and a t-shirt you were probably gifted aged seven.
“But why are we here?” I will entertain questions but not insolence you tameless little teat, now stand up straight while I poke your red little eye – Good, we are here because this is the land of the Sami people, they are the key to Christmas, I take it you are aware of Christmas. “Ow Oww, Yes fat man and horney donkeys, he brings soup to the Favela.” I see, and what does the fat man wear? “He wears red shorts and t-shirt and has a big white beard and a bobble hat”. What I am driving at in the middle of the tundra are the particular colours red and white, do you know of their importance? “No’ Then I shall enlighten the matter, Red and white draw their significance from ancient shamanism in particular the shaman of the Sami people and their penchant for the sacred and viciously hallucinogenic red and white Fly-agaric mushroom. The drug is difficult to prepare however the Sami people are most industrious and ascertained hundreds of years ago their herds of reindeer or ‘horned donkey’ can imbibe the the drug with no ill effect. From this discovery it was only a short step of necessity that led them to another astonishing determination, drinking reindeer piss brings on a thunderous psychedelic and erotic journey…and that my sticky little vagabond is why we are here…
Casting pearls before swine, did you listen to my revelations or were you more concerned with the contents of your glue bag? Just as I thought you’ve passed out again, perhaps lighting the stove under your already suffering anus will stiffen your senses? “Ahhhhhh ass aflame” There, two birds with one stone, one awakened manservant and a new appreciation for the wonders of snow. Stronzetto we are but moments away from deeply perverted ‘Noaidi’ or female Shamen known for their filthy contortions and randy incantations.
Soon we will not know which way is up little less care, and I for one am positively erect at the prospect. So if you’ve quite finished extinguishing your derriere we have merry to make and musk to spread…
