Are we supposed to post stuff like this?

[Trace]

The Bandit

A Mexican bandit made a specialty of crossing the Rio Grande from time to time and robbing banks in Texas. Finally, a reward was offered for his capture, and an enterprising Texas ranger decided to track him down.

After a lengthy search, he traced the bandit to his favorite cantina, snuck up behind him, put his trusty six-shooter to the bandit's head, and said, "You're under arrest. Tell me where you hid the loot or I'll shoot you."

But the bandit didn't speak English, and the Ranger didn't speak Spanish.

The Ranger asked a local to translated his message. The terrified bandit blurted out, in Spanish, that the loot was buried under the oak tree in back of the cantina.

"What did he say?" asked the Ranger anxiously The local answered, He say, "He no afraid to die!"

[gridfaniker]

...the Ranger was just about to pull the trigger on the terrified Bandit when the cantina doors flew open. In strode the Consuela Diaz, one-eyed whore and sister to the Bandit. She was wearing her trademark canvas tube top and crotchless capri pants.

"Drop the gun, gringo," she said, cocking her leg to one side and letting loose a pussy fart that sounded like jello being pushed from a whoopie cushion. A pile of oatmeal-looking twat cheese landed on the floor with a splat. Within seconds, the rank aroma filled the dark dusty room.

"Consuela," the Ranger said. "This don't concern you. He got himself into this mess and now he's gotta pay the consequences."

The behemoth whore just snickered. She rolled her tube top up, allowing her breasts -- each the size of adult manatees -- to flop down past her waist. From in between the mottled milk bags she produced a shiny six-gun, which she held at her side.

"Get ready to draw Lawman!" Consuelo hissed."And get ready to die!"

The Ranger turned to face her and for what seemed like an eternity they stared each other down, their hands hovering just above their instruments of death. The bar patrons stared motionless, waiting to see who'd make the first move...

[reb]

oh Carl... it's time

[builder]

yippee another stupid g&s thread. Woo woo. Wow. How cool. I'm so excited. I can't wait. Wow. Woot.

Next.

[gridfaniker]

yippee another stupid g&s thread. Woo woo. Wow. How cool. I'm so excited. I can't wait. Wow. Woot.

Next.

Heather, the mulato chick with the thyroid problem who cooks at the Taco Bell on Transit Road, will give your Gordita a "special glaze."

For a nominal fee, of course.



Actually, it's a Trace thread, turd-pusher.

[Trace]

No hablo.:huh:

[Playa]

:applause: :rofl: :applause: :rofl: ...the Ranger was just about to pull the trigger on the terrified Bandit when the cantina doors flew open. In strode the Consuela Diaz, one-eyed whore and sister to the Bandit. She was wearing her trademark canvas tube top and crotchless capri pants.

"Drop the gun, gringo," she said, cocking her leg to one side and letting loose a pussy fart that sounded like jello being pushed from a whoopie cushion. A pile of oatmeal-looking twat cheese landed on the floor with a splat. Within seconds, the rank aroma filled the dark dusty room.

"Consuela," the Ranger said. "This don't concern you. He got himself into this mess and now he's gotta pay the consequences."

The behemoth whore just snickered. She rolled her tube top up, allowing her breasts -- each the size of adult manatees -- to flop down past her waist. From in between the mottled milk bags she produced a shiny six-gun, which she held at her side.

"Get ready to draw Lawman!" Consuelo hissed."And get ready to die!"

The Ranger turned to face her and for what seemed like an eternity they stared each other down, their hands hovering just above their instruments of death. The bar patrons stared motionless, waiting to see who'd make the first move...