- Apr 29, 2013
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Challenge 4 Entry
"It is a great pleasure to speak to you ladies and gents," Jack said, as he visited the local Lesbian Womyn's Festival, hoping to salvage his reputation. Jack knew the significance of the meeting, but couldn't help himself. He has impulse control issues, particularly when he's under the influence of... well, you know, not ****. "Geez, she's got a nice rack! Is that what you call a femme?" he asked me.
Unfortunately, before I could answer, Jack was trying the old "I've got a magic trick - watch my head vanish," burying his head into her enormous orbs, motorboating.
No, not that kind.
(She did smile, initially, so I wondered if she was bi and if I had a shot... but that is another story).
I decided to get him out of there quick smart when herboyfriend girlfriend ran towards us looking for a fight.
No, I did not photoshop that image.
Thankfully, Jack is very experienced at avoiding situations where he might get hurt, so he fled. I followed soon afterwards (had to give it one last try with the femme).
I called a press conference for 2pm the next day. Jack rocked up two minutes before it was due to start, looking wasted, and I didn't have time to go over anything with him. The previous night, I'd left a note - the word "STICK TO THE MESSAGE" (to remind him to stick to the script) and the time/address. Little did I know that Jack thought we were going to a massage parlour.
Stay in school, don't be a fool.
The cameras start rolling, and Jack drops his pants and says "Ok, no blow this time, just the **** and the massage."
Took my mind back to the good ole days, when we visited Thailand.
I'm fairly sure this one was female.
A group of sex workers arrive. I immediately think, "Oh no, Jack owes them money. This is not good."
But it turns out they are his friends. He's their most frequent client.
Jack tells the press, "Yes, I asked for blow, meaning a blowjob, not drugs. Yes, I wanted oral sex from her. Cause I don't judge her. She's making a living, and I'm here to support women workers!"
The sex workers scream in orgasmic delight as their rights and roles are vindicated.
Without Jack, it would be all dressed up and no-one to blow!
"I must confess it was also me asking for the threesome. I am genderqueer, and I feel I have been vilified for it."
Another section of the crowd roars in approval - it's the lesbians from last night. They'd come over for a fight, but when they heard Jack was one of them, they all started cheering. Yay! Jack is now a hero! Three cheers for gender variance!
Nope, not photoshopped.
I suddenly notice that Jack has changed his clothing again - and sometime overnight, he must have died his hair.
"Le freak, ce chic" blares out over the speakers, and Jack is surrounded by adoring fans!
"It is a great pleasure to speak to you ladies and gents," Jack said, as he visited the local Lesbian Womyn's Festival, hoping to salvage his reputation. Jack knew the significance of the meeting, but couldn't help himself. He has impulse control issues, particularly when he's under the influence of... well, you know, not ****. "Geez, she's got a nice rack! Is that what you call a femme?" he asked me.
Unfortunately, before I could answer, Jack was trying the old "I've got a magic trick - watch my head vanish," burying his head into her enormous orbs, motorboating.
No, not that kind.
(She did smile, initially, so I wondered if she was bi and if I had a shot... but that is another story).
I decided to get him out of there quick smart when her
No, I did not photoshop that image.
Thankfully, Jack is very experienced at avoiding situations where he might get hurt, so he fled. I followed soon afterwards (had to give it one last try with the femme).
I called a press conference for 2pm the next day. Jack rocked up two minutes before it was due to start, looking wasted, and I didn't have time to go over anything with him. The previous night, I'd left a note - the word "STICK TO THE MESSAGE" (to remind him to stick to the script) and the time/address. Little did I know that Jack thought we were going to a massage parlour.
Stay in school, don't be a fool.
The cameras start rolling, and Jack drops his pants and says "Ok, no blow this time, just the **** and the massage."
Took my mind back to the good ole days, when we visited Thailand.
I'm fairly sure this one was female.
A group of sex workers arrive. I immediately think, "Oh no, Jack owes them money. This is not good."
But it turns out they are his friends. He's their most frequent client.
Jack tells the press, "Yes, I asked for blow, meaning a blowjob, not drugs. Yes, I wanted oral sex from her. Cause I don't judge her. She's making a living, and I'm here to support women workers!"
The sex workers scream in orgasmic delight as their rights and roles are vindicated.
Without Jack, it would be all dressed up and no-one to blow!
"I must confess it was also me asking for the threesome. I am genderqueer, and I feel I have been vilified for it."
Another section of the crowd roars in approval - it's the lesbians from last night. They'd come over for a fight, but when they heard Jack was one of them, they all started cheering. Yay! Jack is now a hero! Three cheers for gender variance!
Nope, not photoshopped.
I suddenly notice that Jack has changed his clothing again - and sometime overnight, he must have died his hair.
"Le freak, ce chic" blares out over the speakers, and Jack is surrounded by adoring fans!