Re: Donald's Dinner
Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2026 7:23 pm
You care little for such childish activities as pretending your RUBBER DUCKY is some kind of FREAK MONSTER.
You'd rather sit in your tub and gaze out the BARRED WINDOW of your LUXURY APARTMENT for a few hours while waiting for that BROAD to arrive at your doorstep.
Uh oh. Looks like DINNER is now, not later, and you have no choice but to ditch your spiffy SAILOR OUTFIT.
Not to mention, that's not the BROAD you met last night. Maybe it's her CHAUFFEUR.
He looks TOUGH as NAILS and feels GRITTY as SANDPAPER.
You take this as a sign that the BROAD, deep-down, likes it ROUGH and NASTY.
Still no sign of that BROAD. You hope she doesn't mind you arriving to DINNER in the NUDE.
You ask the CHAUFFEUR where you're going, and what DINNER'S gonna be.
The CHAUFFEUR bellowed with laughter upon hearing your question. Sure seems like he's in a good mood.
You love to see a guy enjoy his work.
You didn't catch everything he said, but you heard something that sounded like some kind of FRENCH CUISINE.
You're excited.
You feel like the sheer SPEED and DRIVING SKILL on display here is almost too much for you to handle.
You don't wanna get too sick before stuffing yourself, so you plead for the CHAUFFEUR to slow it down a little.
Phew. You were about to blow your DUCK CHUNKS there.
This BROAD sure has some strange taste in RESTAURANTS. You've never heard of one that permits FULL NUDITY and features zero DINING TABLES.
Seems you've arrived fashionably early, too. That BROAD is sure to be here any minute now.
FIN