Buckminster floored Dolly II and sucked in the hash as if there was no tomorrow, filled with anticipation. The Dobson red light district was only a few miles away and this insane human gorilla had not had any action in a week or so. He popped open another Olde English 800 malt and washed down the hash and took a big wad of free gratis chewing tobacco in order to "freshen up" his oral cavity.
Brownpants pulled into the Dobson Titillation Saloon and Meat Plant. The dump was packed with hundreds of good old boy red necked tobacco farmers, truck drivers, off-duty state police, garbage men and manual laborers. They were all smoked up on hash and bombed out on imported Tennessee whiskey as they sat there in mental quagmires thinking to themselves "I'm one virile stud. Every woman wants me. I'll hump your wife right on the kitchen table as you're kids scream- Daddy, Daddy- look what he's doing to Mommy".
The young teenage dancing babes pranced around in their high heels and garter belts as saliva, ground up chewing tobacco and pulverized hash remnants slopped out of Buckminster Brownpants putrid oral cavity. His blood shot eyes were popping out of his head worse than that girl on Guiness Prime Time. "I got to get me one of those boppers. I'll give her a good spanking and then finish her off with my
The beast grabbed one dancer as she sashayed by but the babe round-house kicked Buckminster stabbing him right in the face with her 8 inch spiked stiletto. Buckminster, covered in blood with a high heel embedded in his head, went berserk and a riot broke out. Someone busted a full bottle of imported Tennessee whiskey over Buckyboys spiked high heel head and several garbage men gave him a thorough and complete pounding and tossed him out into the trash heap.
Covered in blood, ass kicked royally and with a severely humbled ego, Buckminster crawled into Dolly II, lit up another bowl of hash and floored the diesel northward at 100 mph. "I'll get me some in Hillsville" he thought, as his empty 18 wheeler sped northward.
