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Ghetto Aliens 4

Ghetto Aliens 4

Gilligan's Island (My rejected script, XXX)

“The Professor’s Island” Roberto Dilemma (My Rejected Script) Now this is a story about, “Gilligan’s Island” “THE DAY THE PROFESSOR SNAPS” Now if you listen to the song at the beginning,. They went for, “a three hour tour.” It isn’t any wonder that boat sank. Professor just had to bring boxes and boxes of reference books etc. Mr. Howell had to bring trunks full of cash. Mrs. Howell had to bring furs, other clothes and a giant jewelry box full of millions of dollars in gold, gems, etc. Why was Ginger wearing a gold lame’ evening gown? At least she brought a bathing suite. Now little Mary Ann…the one all the men want to have sex with. I’ve asked quite a few- 8 out of 10 say “Mary Ann”. Well at least she didn’t bring a bundle of crap to weigh the “Tiny Ship” down. That’s another phrase/lyric out of the Intro song…I would never describe that, “Minnow” as a “Tiny Ship”. It was a fuckin’ fishing boat! Well this is a script. For my own version of the old TV show. The song is different. The lyric makes more sense. It also it mentions a premonition “The Professor” had about the boat going down. That’s why he brought along the books, survival books Zoom into a scene of, “The Lagoon”. We see a sweaty Gilligan deepening irrigation ditches to divert water from a fresh water fall, to crops. The camera get closer and you can see scares on his back where he’d been beaten with a whip. He takes out a rag. It used to be his red shit. It’s damn near pink now and he wipes the sweat from his face and head. Through a clearing down a path, the Professor approaches, he’s got Ginger nearly hanging on him. She’s massaging his groin area. Professor-”How’s it going Gilligan. I thought you’d be done by now. Keep slacking Mother Fucker and I’ll have your ass tied back to that whipping post in a New York Heartbeat!” Gilligan, looking down on his muddy sandals that were once his shoes-“Yes sir. I move a bit faster…” Professor-“Fuck YOU!! A bit faster, you want to eat? You want to live? You’d all be god damn skeletons if I hadn’t been on that piece of shit boat. You fuckin’ haul ass and get this done. I’ve got other things that need to be done.” Gilligan-…“but what’s Porky (formerly known as, The Skipper) doing?” Professor- “Shut the fuck up and dig asshole, Is this Bitch Boy’s Island? NO!!! It’s the Professors Island! Don’t worry about fat ass . I got him making sure algae doesn’t build up in the lagoon. SO WE CAN HARVEST FISH. Now Dig!” They’ve been on the Island a little over a year. The Professor, had thought because Mr. Howell was suppose to be so god-damn important they’d be rescued for sure. After about nine months of hard labor, building practical things around the island. The Professor got pretty strong. He could barely get the others to help. They were either too weak or too stupid. They would wreak more things then they fixed/built. But this would change. The professor snapped. He comes out of his hut one day. He’s been busting his ass on a windmill. This would not only make flour but also power a few mechanical things, labor saving devices, washing machine, etc.. He walks up and bitch slaps Gilligan right across his face. Everyone is sitting there. They’re all stunned. The skipper gets up and starts to say something about, “ NOT treating his “Little Buddy”… And the Professor socks him in his fat belly, he doubles over and an uppercut knocks him on his ass. Professor-”I’ve watched this stupid ass mother fucker, screw up every attempt at getting off this Island we’ve worked hard to do. Things are changing NOW!!! “ Professor looks at Gilligan, red handprint on his face,. He’s crying like a six year old girl. Ginger & Mary Ann are fawning over him. Stroking his face softly where the Professor slapped him. The Professor grabs both Ginger & Mary Ann by the hair. Ginger stumbles to her knees. The Professor rubs her face into his crotch roughly. He lets go of Ginger. He pulls Mary Ann right up next to his body and kisses her hard, long, and wet. While squeezing her ass cheeks, one in each hand. He lets go of her. She takes one step back and sighs. There’s spit from a sloppy kiss all over her chin. The professor says-”If it isn’t spit, it isn’t love!” You are now BOTH MY WOMEN!! It won’t get you out of working, but it will have it’s perks!” Mr. Howell-”Professor I totally agree, and I think…” Professor-”You won’t think. You’re a fuckin’ money grubbing pig bitch” “I got a plan about dealing with you and your god-damn money later” Mr. Howell-”I think we can come to an arrangement… Professor-(Shouts) Eat your fuckin’ money asshole. Then he grabs Mrs. Howell by the hair and pulls him to her also. Professor-”ALL THE WOMEN ARE MINE!” Mr. Howell-”But sir you are talking about my wife there, He gets a slap similar to the one Gilligan got. It knocks him back into his seat. Professor-”You’ll be lucky to fuck her, sloppy thirds on Christmas”! Now Gilligan is whimpering, and the skipper just rolled over. He started to say something and was promptly kicked in the ribs,( but not too hard)…by the professor. Professor-“Now I am in charge. This Is Not a democracy. You will listen and execute all my instructions to the letter. Think hard, I will explain things a couple of times. If you have any questions, ASK FROM THE START!. No voting on anything. I let all our well being depend on you dim-wits for too long!” Mr. Howell- “Well Professor, I think a little talk about payment for such services….” Professor interrupts-”You Like Money Mr. Howell? “ Mr. Howell- confessing his un-dying love for money. Professor-”Mr. Howell, bring me a stack of hundred dollar bills, the women and I will be in the clearing down by the lagoon.” They get to the clearing. A beautiful grassy area near the lagoon. Professor-”Mary Ann, I like the way them shorts are wearing out. I’ve drooled over that ass hanging out of those shorts for many a day & night.” Mary Ann turns sideways and arches her back, turns around and “pretends” to scratch her ankle while looking at the Professor from between her legs. Ginger is standing glazed look in her eyes, mouth hanging open. Mrs. Howell is breathing hard and sweat has broken out on her upper lip area. Professor-”Mary Ann crawl over here slow. Ginger, you still got panties? Take off all your clothes except your panties” Ginger and Mary Ann Do as they are told. They’ve been “Needing” something for a long time also. At that moment Mr. Howell bumbles into the clearing. Mr. Howell- “Lovie!!! what’s going on here???” Professor slaps him again. He drops a box of hundred dollar bills. Professor-”You like money, I like Money?” Mr. Howell-” Oh yes, yes…” Professor-”You like money, I like money” Mr. Howell- “you know I love money, professor, I just love Money”. Professor- “Mr. Howell, come over here by the shore of the lagoon” He does. Professor-” Ginger, Mary Ann, I want Mr. Howell naked from the waist down. Do it pleasingly. Sexy like. Don’t worry you won’t have to do anything to the ugly old bastard.” Professor-”Do you girls like money?” Ginger & Mary Ann say nothing. Now they got him naked to the waist, they observe he is becoming aroused. Professor-“Ginger, rub his cock on those “Movie Star” lips of yours, then rub it all over that face.” She complies. (Fear , lust, or both… the first act of blatant sexuality in over a year.) The Professor whispers something to Mary Ann. She was suggestively posing in the grass, occasionally Touching herself. Professor-”Mrs. Howell Pick up that money and put it back in that box.” Mrs. Howell- “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Professor-“yea, but leave something on, a slip. I’m sure your beautiful for a woman your age. You are going to make a wonderful hand-maiden for my women.” She doesn’t quite hear what he’s saying. She seems in a hurry to get her clothes off. Mary Ann has walked over to Mr. Howell, She whispers something in his ear. Then leads him to the ground by his “Pud”. The she arranges him so he’s, “Buns up & Kneeling“, on the grass next to the water. Mrs. Howell is now standing there in nothing but a silk slip, holding a box of hundred dollar bills. Professor-”You like money Mrs. Howell?” Mrs. Howell- “Not like my husband!” Professor-”That’s good to hear!” Professor-”Lets go over here and deal with that husband of yours” Mr. Howell is totally aroused now as he watches Mary Ann undo her red checkered table cloth looking top. It is tied in the middle. She starts rolling her nipples around with her thumb and forefinger. Mrs. Howell- “THUSTON HOWELL THE THIRD!” This seems to wake him from some stupor/dream The Professor explains, -”Mrs. Howell, you take one of these hundred dollar bills, roll it up.” He shows her what he means. “Roll the bill the short way.” She doesn’t understand “Yet” why she is doing this. Mr. Howell is staring at Mary Ann, and he tries to grab his wife. Professor, pulls him back by his hair. The handful that remains in the professor’s hand, after getting Mr. Howell back in position is rubbed in Mr. Howell’s face. Professor-”Now Mrs. Howell, you roll them up like this. The you dip about half of it in the water.” Mr. Howell quietly stays where he’s at on his elbows and knees. Professor-”Then you ask your husband, do you like money, I like money?” “Just like that, Let me hear you say it.” Mrs. Howell-”Do you like money, I like money?” Professor-”Then when your husband answers, you shove one of those rolled up c-note up his ass.” Mrs. Howell-”I will not” You could see her nipples were erect, and she kept trying to touch herself, but did well controlling this urge. …but she was obviously turned on. Professor-”Well Mrs. Howell, I hope you got an asshole that ready for a box of money….” Mrs. Howell-”sighs” OK, I’ll shove it up the greedy “money is the most important thing in the world? HUH? Thurston???” Mr. Howell- …“Butt Lovie???” Mrs. Howell- “Professor I think he needs a few thousand dollars shoved in his mouth too!” (I guess Mrs. Howell had some pent up anger & frustration?) Professor-”Ginger, make yourself useful, no need to roll the money for his mouth, just wad it up, dip it in the water, the dip it in the sand…then shove it in his mouth till he can’t run his suck!” “Don’t kill him, I don’t want anyone hurt. Slaves aren’t easy to come by on this island.“ They watch while Mrs. Howell keeps asking the question, “You like money, I like money?” To which Thurston would always reply, “yes“…and every time she shoved another hundred dollar bill up his ass. (Poopy Money!) At the seven hundred dollar mark Ol’ Thurston Howell the Third came like a sperm whale, and was begging, Lovie” for more money up his ass. Professor thought, sick fuck, I knew he was warped but he’s seriously fucked in the head. Professor-”Ginger, keep an eye on these two, and don’t worry, I’ll be ready for you.” The Professor stepped out of sight with Mary Ann. “Imagine“… a lot went down in a sloppy fifty minutes. It seemed like they were both very hungry for each other. Professor hears a pounding or rattling of some type. Round two was over with Mary Ann (for now) You could smell the sex. They had each others juices all over their sweaty bodies and faces. He looks around. What could be making that sound? It’s Gilligan and the Skipper watching Mary Ann & the Professor and jacking each other off. Their faces are RED and their sweating, and their eyes are closed tight. Professor also notices some tools he’d made to dig and chop tress. He‘s thinking, these two dim-wits were going to come and TRY to beat my ass, maybe even kill me…but they seen us going around the world and just couldn’t help themselves. Could’ve caught me with my pants down. The Professor quickly & quietly sneaks over to where they’re sitting on a log, (Helping each other) Grabs this giant shell he had strapped to a pole to use as a shovel, and tosses it, then he grabs a sharp flat stone he had attached to a pole to use as an axe of sorts. He couldn’t fuckin’ believe it. Their faces still red…they were lost in their tug out. He set the axe thing down and picked up two hard mangos. As soon as he seen them starting to ejaculate, He pounded them both pretty damn hard right in the side of their heads. It was like the Three Stooges, their heads banged together. Mary Ann Laughed out loud. The professor had saved all wood or lumber that was on the island or drifted onto shore. He had a pole. Big around as a telephone pole. Over thirteen feet long The day The Professor snapped he was an inspired man. For the bit of treachery form Gilligan & the Skipper he had them bring some large stones about a half mile or so. From the hill where the professor was building the Mill, to the sunniest part of the most humid buggy field on the island. Then he had them dig a hole. Twenty four inches around, five feet deep. By now Mr. Howell learned some kind of lesson. He pulled all the money out of his ass. Shit some out. He was now helping Gilligan & The Skipper.(by orders from The Professor) No one could get near The Professor to hit him, or try to hurt him. Shit rolls downhill, and the professor did not say anything about Gilligan or the Skipper, NOT slapping around Mr. Howell, or bitching at him. So need-less to say, he caught a lot of shit. They got the hole dug. Professor-”Now all three of you working as a team get that big log, bring it here.” The Professor knew he could only give them so many steps when it came to directions. Too many at once and something was sure to get done wrong. They brought the log. Professor-”Now, stand it up in the hole. Stick all those rocks around it so it doesn’t wiggle. Then pack it in real tight. With good hard clay. If this is not done correctly you will be finding out what this is for sooner then you’d like”. Mrs. Howell was directed to give Ginger & Mary Ann all her clothes. Mary Ann and Ginger were altering them to the professors fashion designs. He was going for the Sexy Warrior Woman look for His Women. Mrs. Howell was given the chore of weaving her jewelry into nine strands of strong rope. She was told, “They Had Better Not Fall Out, No matter what is done with “The Ropes” The Professor comes back. His women are looking good and working on their NEW clothes. Mrs. Howell Is still braiding rings, broaches, hat pins, and stuff into strands of rope. She is doing a very good job. Professor-“Mary Ann get something together for dinner. Gilligan, Skipper, & Mr. Howell will eat the fish heads and fish guts. If they don’t like it they can starve. They will also get the peelings and scraps of all fruits and vegetables we eat. Unless I directly tell you otherwise.” “Mary Ann, I know you, if you are caught sneaking them MY FOOD, & our food. You will eat with them for a month. For that same month you will be their pleasure slave.” “ Especially when they do a sweaty work.” Maybe that will help you to hold to “The Professor’s Laws”!” “Keep Working on that Mrs. Howell.” Now it was the Professors turn to slip off with Ginger. Now Ginger did not get to be “The Big Movie Star” she was on her acting ability. As a matter of fact she could barely act. She had only one character she played well, The Dim- Witted Whore”, which wasn’t really that much of a stretch for her because that’s pretty much what she was. Now…use your Imagine Nation here people. Go there. Professor had a nasty time with her. This shit was rated XXXX. They petty much went through every category of porn that a single man and women could do. (This IS NOT a porno story, it’s comedy, this is why you HAVE TO use your Imagine Nation.) Ginger done things to and for the professor that he would have never thought of. Professor-”My fuckin’ GOD! Woman…when you let that god-damn whore out of the cage you can’t control it” Ginger is just smiling at the professor, on her knees in the grass, doing something I won’t even type here. (Time to use your Imagine Nation again.) Professor-”God-damn Mary Ann was Normal compared to you” Ginger-(hissing, purring, sighing) ”I’m your fuckin’ whore professor, I’m your bitch-whore”. Professor-”Enough already, god-damn” The professor is close enough to Ginger, she grabs him and he feels like she’s trying to shove her head up his ass. “Mouth First” Professor-”Calm the fuck down” He pushes her away and gives her a firm, but not hard slap. Ginger-”Professor, beat me! Whip me, Try to make me right again, I’ll try every little trick…I never used before…” She seemed to like this. The professor walks away . For the first time in his life, he’s turn on, and off at the same time. He feels almost ashamed of himself. Being, “The professor” he’s giving this a lot of thought. He walks off to look in on the others. Mary Ann is cooking up something. Mrs. Howell is proud and ready to show the professor her handy work. Still stunned (somewhat) by Ginger’s performance, he sits down and looks at the nine pieces of rope Mrs. Howell has braided her jewelry into. Professor-”Nice” he says to Mrs. Howell She’s standing next to him. She starts to explain what each piece is, where it comes from, how much it’s worth. Professor-”I don’t give a flyin’ fuck” He’s holding each piece by the rope end. Mrs. Howell finds out first what this is all about as he slaps her across the ass with his new, jewel encrusted Cat-of-nine tales. She lets out a YELP. He very strongly attaches them to the end of a stick, this will serve as the handle. He takes it with him. He thinking, I’ll also need something a little less severe. Professor-”Now lets see if they got that pole in place” Mrs. Howell-(all steamy under the silk) “What do you want me to do now professor?, what can I do for you? I’ll do ANYTHING?” The professor just looks at her, shakes his head and tells her-”Help Mary Ann.” He’s on his way to see that the men got that post secured. He’s thinking, money people, all fuckin’ freaks, deep down…like pagan Rome, fuckin’ money people. He gets to where the Pole is. Sure enough it’s there. Sunk in the ground. He puts down his new jewel encrusted cat-of-nine-tales. He tries to give it a shake. Good and solid. But where is Gillian? Where is The Skipper? Where and the hell is Mr. Howell? He picks up his cat of nine tales, and goes on full alert! Now he listens. He hears weird sounds. Sounds like starving pigs eating slop for the first time in a month. He quietly follows the sound. What do you think he finds? It’s Ginger, doing her best to service Gillian, Skipper, and Mr. Howell all at the same time. They are off into it. The tools they used to set the pole are laying in the grass, along with a big stick that could easily be used as a club. He whips, and I MEAN!!! whips Skipper across his fat ass with the cat-of -nine-tales. Skipper-”Screams, loud and hurt” The only reason Skipper was the one that got whipped is because his fat ass was the only clear shot Professor had at the tangled flesh that was getting their nut on, in, with, or without, Ginger. These Mother Fuckers were “On The Wild”. This didn’t stop shit. Skipper just thought it was another one of Ginger’s freaky moves. Professor takes one step back. Looks at the scene and thinks, My fuckin’ god!!! His second thought is one of a learned man. Fuck it, I’ll give ‘em their moment. Finally things seem to be winding down. Professor-”God-Damn” Ginger-(excitedly explaining)” when I came here they had that pole in place and were planning to ambush you!” The others are scrambling for articles of their clothes. Tying to get their shit somewhat together. Skipper makes a lunge for the pole like club laying in the grass not to far from where he grabbed his raggedy pants. Now the Professor lays a mean whip across his back with that cat-of-nine-tails. He lets out a sound like something in-between a cat hissing a pig squealing. Professor-”Smart move porky. Say “Skipper” is no longer your moniker” Skipper-(interrupts, visually in quite a deal of pain) “You’ve fuckin’ lost it Professor, what the fuck is a moniker?” Skipper who is from now on going to be called Porky get bitch slapped by the Professor. Skipper-”YELP!!!!GOD-DAMN!!!” Professor-”It’s your name, or what we used to call you, useless fat ass shit with legs that you are!” “From now on everyone will refer to you as Porky, till otherwise directed by me”. Gillian giggles a little bit. Professor-”you think that’s funny, What the fuck I think is funny is you and skipper going at Ginger like that, I would have bet you two were gay”. Gillian-”Well we’re not gay, it’s just that men that spend a lot of time on a boat together without a woman, well…they..” Professor-”SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH BOY” “In fact that is going to be your new name, BITCH BOY,. How do you like that” “Now Poky and Mr. Howell what’s Gillian’s new name?” Porky (formerly Skipper) & Mr. Howell, in unison- “Bitch Boy” Professor-”if I hear you call him anything else there will be consequences” Ginger standing there looking like a glazed doughnut-”Did I do good Professor” Professor-”Clean yourself off you nasty whore, and thanks…for distracting these three assholes”. Ginger-”My Pleasure, I’ll do anything for you Professor…ANYTHING”… Professor-”You’ve done plenty for now, and yea…I bet it was your pleasure”. Mr. Howell-”I hope I can persuade you from mentioning this to Mrs. Howell” Professor-”How by offering me more of your useless money. Eat your fuckin’ money you greedy pig. Your on a deserted island. What the hell do you think we’re gonna buy here with that cash?” “You see stores? Car dealerships? Your money isn’t worth shit on this Island, In fact if I don’t think of a better use for it I’ll be using it to wipe my ass with.” “Why in the hell did you see it necessary to bring so much money with you?” “Being the big time millionaire you are, why the hell don’t you have your own Bad ass ship with a competent crew?” Ginger returns, wearing nothing but wet panties. Professor-”Go find something, besides your gold evening gown or bathing suite to wear” “Start showing some modesty , around these freaks. Put on some of those clothes you got from Mrs. Howell” Professor-”That’s another thing, why and the hell did you dumb ass wife feel it necessary to bring trunks of clothes and furs, along with a couple giant jewelry boxes on a god-damn three hour tour aboard a fishing boat?” Mr. Howell-”Oh Lovie just like to be prepared for anything, and she also like to always bring her favorite jewelry and furs with her where ever…” Professor-(Bitch slaps Mr. Howell and screams three inches from his face) “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” “She’s just stupid a stupid and greedy showoff just like you “ Gillian snickers-”You seem to like slapping people hard across the face pro….” Gillian get a walloping bitch slap! Professor-”Fuck yes I do! Wanna talk about it, BITCH BOY” Gillian starts crying like a six year old girl again. Professor pokes him in the nose with the three fore fingers on his right hand. Professor-”SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m not going to be listening to any more of your bawling like a six year old girl that just skinned her knee on her bike” Gillian tries to get it under control. Professor-”Toughen Up!” They all go back. Mary Ann has some good looking food cooked up. Mrs. Howell (Still just wearing a slip) finds it rewarding to be setting the table with things that had been salvaged from the boat. Professor-”Separate these tables, Mrs. Howell…you’ll be doing the serving and sitting at our table. Those three stupid ass slaves will sit off to the side” Professor watches as the food is plated. Professor-”where is the slop from you cleaning these fish?” Mary Ann-”I’ve saved it in a bucket, like we usually do to use as bait to catch more fish.” Professor-”…and Mary Ann, what did I say these chump ass slaves that can barely do anything right are going to eat?” Mary Ann-”But Professor, there’re plenty for everyone…” Professor-(interrupts)”That is not the god-damn point here girl!” Mary Ann-”but Professor…” Professor-”now Mary Ann, we can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way, Lay that sweet ass of your across my lap” No one says a thing. Mary Ann is standing there, tears running down her face, biting her lip” Professor-”NOW!” She does as she’s told and the Professor spanks the hell out of he ass” (Not a pants down spanking, but painful) Professor-(speaking to Ginger)“Now bring their plates of food over her and put them by me, GINGER, WAKE THE FUCK UP! You see me looking at you. YES, I’m not asking Mrs. Movie Star Slut, I’m telling you, Bring their plates over to ME!” “Mrs. Howell, get the chum bucket, and for that little act of NOT LISTENING, Mary Ann, your stupid ass friends there will be eating fish heads and guts, with fruit scraps off the GOD-DAMN GROUND!” Mr. Howell-”But Professor, please.” Professor just picks up his new little whip and shows it to Mr. Howell. Mr. Howell stops talking. Professor-”Mary Ann since it looks and smells so good, your lucky you won’t be joining them eating their shit from the sand”. Professor-”Listen people, I’m not an unreasonable man. Once we get a certain amount of work done to assure our survival, and measures taken to signal any passing ships or planes, I’ll lighten up I promise”. Professor-”Bitch Boy, come here”. Gillian does not move. He’s staring at the fish heads and other shit that’s suppose to be his dinner. He’s hungry. Professor-”It seems like someone has forgotten his new name“, (Now singing it) “Bitch Boy Come Here.“ Mr. Howell pokes Bitch Boy (formerly known as Gillian) Gillian gets up. Afraid, face red on both sides from being slapped. Gillian-”Yea Professor?” The Professor gets up. There are his plate and the three others that were going to be served to the Professors new slave crew. Professor-”Bitch Boy, My little buddy, I want you to go a head and just eat my plate of food” Mary Ann-(rubbing her sore ass cheeks) lets out a strange little sound. The professor shoots her a LOOK! Bitch Boy (Gillian)-”Why thanks Professor.” Porky (Skipper) and Mr. Howell just look up at him. They wonder, why him. We want to eat good stuff off the table also? Gillian gets to eating. He has about three quarters of the plate finished when his head drops, like a bag of wet cement…right onto his plate. Professor-”Mary Ann!!!! You better pray to fuckin’ God this Bitch Boy Slave lives or you will be doing every bit of work he would have done….plus your own!!!” “What the fuck did you put in my food?” Mary Ann (scared, crying so hard she can hardly catch her breath) “They were just some of Mrs. Howell’s sleeping pills. I’m sure there wasn’t enough to kill him. We don’t want to kill you professor.” Professor-”you keep this shit up and you sure as hell gonna wish I was dead” Professor is looking at her. He feels sorry for her. He’s never seen anyone cry like that. Professor-”If he’s alive in the mourning, I’ll decide what to do with you then. Tonight…you don’t eat. You will sleep tied securely to that pole. “ Mary Ann knows there’s strange animals, poison bugs, and snakes she’s scared. The professor is also aware of conditions in that field where he had that pole staked. Professor-”Stop crying woman, I was harsh, eat, sleep by my side tonight” “But if Bitch Boy is dead come mourning, I’ll know your intentions.” “Listen, Mary Ann, I think you are probably the most normal person on this island, including my now CRAZY self. I like you, lets hope this works out.” -THE END- (of this episode)

Death of the Hippie (News Film)

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"The Leather Clown" (Roberto Delimma)

New Questions (roballen2) Now this is for all people. Women if they are thinking about doing this kind of thing. Men if they have a woman they love, that is thinking about, or does these things. The Leather Clown Your woman wants to get into this NEW, S&M thing. She wants to dress up like a clown and “discipline” you. This is easy because they are Yes & No answers. 1- She wants to buy a $248.00 dollar pair of Big, (Very Big) Bright red clown shoes? a=yes b=No 2-You gotten her the shoes and now she wants you to lick the shoe heal, (Which she calls a boot heal” ) She holds it over your mouth & face and says, “LICK THE BOOTHEAL OF THE TRYRANT CLOWN”. would you. A=Yes b=No 3-She wants to spend a considerable sum on clown clothes, Black fishnets. A whip. A black “Peek-a-boo bra” a very colorful halter dress. (to go with her shoes…of coarse) a=yes b=no so far… By some freaky bad-craziness you went along with all this. Because…you love her. (no offense to ALL of you folks that are heavy into this type of thing, “It’s all good”!) 4-Now she wants a pink poodle dog, or white one, and she’ll dye it pink. $742.00 a=yeas b= no 5-Now she wants to buy a very, very expensive….very little car. Especially for clowns with a false bottom in it. It cost (Used) as much as a “Mini Cooper New”. a=yeas b=no 6-Now she’s acquired an old fashioned Seltzer Bottle at a second hand store, she want to see how you like it when she squirts it right in your “Butt Hole”! a=yes b=no 7-Now she wants to hire prostitute midgets of both sexes, to help her. a=yeas b=no 8-Now she wants to chase you around the house in the little car to a spot where you hired contractors to put in a sliding trap door, so all the whore midgets can get out of the car and tie you up. a=yes b=no 9-Now she’s got you licking her big red clown shoe, letting the little clown whores tie you up. She is squirting a seltzer bottle up your butt, you poop. a=yes b=no 10-She wants you to let her rub beef gravy on your balls, so the little pink poodle (that she spent YOUR money to have trained to “YAP…YAP’ and do back flips) so it nibbles and bites on your nuts? a=yes b=no Finally… 11-She wants to hire a very professional & Expensive film crew to film the whole act. It’s gotten quite involved with you doing to male midget clowns whatever she commands you. Which has gotten quite bizarre. She wants to show this film at the next family reunion? a=yes b=no Think about your answers carefully. Now remember, this is a woman you love very much. The first to “POOOOOOP’ that cherry boy nut of yours. (and when that shit happen, the lost boys heard you in never-never land, as did Snow White)

"You Have To Read This!" (Roberto Delimma)

Page 1 The 6 & Davidson Series- Vol. 6 “100% True Story” Fuck the disclaimers. Fuck hiding behind the bullshit. This is a true story. I lived this god-damn life. Everything about this shit happened just like you’ll be reading it. It has adult situations. Corse language…and just plain Bad craziness. To title this chapter would be to, “Give it away”. I would like the reader to be some what as surprised as I was. “You Have to Read This!” (Roberto Dilemma) Once in the early 1970 s I was walking down a Detroit street in the middle of the night. It was summer and the weather was good. I figure it was about two in the mourning. Now I’m diddy-boppin’ just like I did back on the block. With this cool kind of inspired dance step as I walked. Music was happening in my head. I was tripping on some acid that was called “Bulls-eye” blots. It was good, clean and came on paper. It had a bulls-eye pattern. I think the acid was in the ink. You could tell how fresh it was because after a while the chemist made new batches in different colors. I had a little under a thousand of these fuckers in my Freezer. The only trip I was carrying, was already in my head. I also had about a half ounce of spicy Mexican weed tucked in my pants, somewhere behind my balls. Now a shit brown, ugly ass old Chrysler Fury started riding slow behind me. This worried me for a fraction of a second because I was thinking, pigs drive those kind of cars. Then another thought came to me. Their cars are not that old and never that ragged out. Now I’m on the side walk. This car gets even with me…I look at it. There’s two chicks in it. The girl driving speaks out, “Hey aren’t you one of the Allen Brothers”? I answer, “I am the main Allen brother”. Then the girl says, “Where’s Rick”? I walk up to the car. There’s a tall shapely girl driving, seemed like she’s buzzin’. There was another smaller girl with dark eyes and dark wavy hair riding with Page 2 her. I asked the driver, who seemed to be doing the talking, “Who are you”? She says, “My name is Cherie ****”(last name deleted at publishers insistence) I run this shit through the files in my mind. Oh yes, I heard of her. Another friend named Tom (who has since killed himself) mentioned once how he saw my brother, “Making out like a big dog” in an art class with this girl. Again she asked, “Where’s Rick”? Now Rick was the pretty boy. Always copped the current style and attitude. He happened to be hiding out at the time. An attempt to rob a dope house of ten pounds of good smoke and 5ooo hits of different blotter acid. That’s a whole different story. One that I might get around to writing about, but not now. I’m feeling this whole situation out. I can’t seem to see either of them clearly. I asked them to turn on the dome light for a minute. So the driver, Cherie does. I look at them both. The little one seems shy. Dark eyes. She won’t meet my glance. Seems to keep looking at her shoes or something. Not my kind….for sure. Now the driver, She looks kind of pretty. I just can’t get past the fuckin’ green plague on her teeth. It was going through my mind how funky her breath must smell. The other thing was, Rick must have been one drunk mother fucker that day in school to be kissing that mouth. “Good Lawrd!” She must have had some kind of feeling I was staring at her nasty teeth. She shut the dome light off. About that same time I was thinking, God Damn, if that’s how she takes care of the parts of herself you can see….and, I got too much respect for my cock to even fuck that nasty mouth. She breaks into this little train of thought I was having. “I heard he was in jail”, she says. “No on vacation” I reply. “Fuck you, I know he’s in jail, wanna go for a ride with us”? This gets some different wheels turning in my acid soaked brain. I miss my Brother. I got a good size chunk of Blond Hash at my apartment. Plus that trip in the freezer. Again, trying to coax me, “Come on for a ride with us”. Page 3 “We got some beeeer”. Well I didn’t drink then. Got turned off of that buzz on a night of puking. ’Ol Harvey Wallbanger kicked my brains in at a New Years eve party. I didn’t drink again for about sixteen years. I still can stand the taste of orange juice. I used to love it. “No, go on, fuck the beers; I don’t drink anyway”. Now this green tooth hussy is getting insistent. “Come on, you’ll be happy you do”. I highly doubted this. But…. I ask them, “How much gas you got in that pig bitch car & how much money you have”? Cherie answers, “The tanks almost full, and we got the money to fill it up at least a couple more times, and buy another twelve pack”. I tell her, “ I got trip, good smoke, and a bit of coin myself. How bad you wanna see Rick”. “You just come on with us”, she says. I tell her, “hey, I’ll take you to see Rick. He less then two hours from here, up north. Staying right off the big lake“. Now Rick had been up there for about two weeks. Laying low until the heat was off. I knew the way he consumed drugs, booze and money… Shit had to be getting a bit tight with him. Then he’s never been a good pussy hunter. He did drink. He had his guitar with him. Who knows? He was making out with her in art class. She says, “Ok, lets go see him. I got till Tuesday late afternoon”. It was Friday. Now at the time I had a girl friend. I had no idea then how fucked up she was. She was talented at playing “Snow White”. Never-the-Less… I told Cheri, “We are going to pick up my guitar, grab some dope, and swing by and get my girlfriend. What do you think of that?” “GIRLFRIND?” she says. In a voice that anyone with a half of brain can imagine. “Yea”, I tell her. “She’s coming with us, or I don’t give a fuck” “I miss my brother, (and to cinch the deal) and he might need pussy, but if you don’t want to pick up my girlfriend” “That I’m currently being faithful too, then fuck off”. (adding this-like the lying dog I was at the time) Page 4 She says, “Oh your sweet”. “We’ll get your girl and your guitar and the other shit, but this better not be a wild goose chase, I heard Rick was in Jail.” “Yea, you keep sayin’ that” I got in. (The back) First she goes by and picks up my girl. I give her the low down. She looks over the two in the front seat and just shakes her head. Now I’m approaching, “The Brain Hour”…”The Peak of the trip”. I’m getting a little weirded out because Green teeth Cherie is driving like shit. I got real dope on me. (Although I had stashed it in HER car) This driving she’s doing is going to get us in trouble. Like pulled over in trouble. I say, “Why don’t you let me drive?” “No way” she says, “your eyes are all pupil. Your tripping on your ass” I thought she had a good point. So, another suggestion. “Let my girlfriend drive, she’s relatively straight”. “OK”, she answers. Then in a very quick change of places, My girl is in the drivers seat. Cherie is in the back seat with me. This isn’t quite how I thought it should be. I wanted to ride shot-gun, while Cheri and her no name whispering, flip trip, reject from “The Manson” family sat in back. Well, one hussy, strumpet, hoochie mamma…surely knows another. Because my girl didn’t think that would be the way it happened. Very fast. Now my girl keeps looking in the rearview. Cheri is trying to grope my cock every time my girl looks at the road. Her freaky whispering friend, with the dark eyes, has everybody thrown off. I see my girl checking the rearview. She keeps saying “WHAT”, “Huh” To this girl riding shot gun. Now we’re all out in the middle of Bum-Fuk, No-wheres-ville. I not only want the seating arrangement to change. “QUICK”. I also have to take a piss. I ask my girl. “Pull over, next good place you see, I gotta piss like a race horse”. “Alright”, she says “As soon as possible”, I reply “YYEEESSS”, “ALRIGHT”, “I understand” Next thing I know she pulling into a closed gas station. I say, “Pull around toward the back, Get away from the building”. I don’t want anyone to think we’re up to no Page 5 good, or stealing anything. In my head, we’ll just be there a couple minutes. So I go to bounce around the corner. There’s a street light some distance from the building. It’s on the edge of the trees. Under the pole of that street light is a pretty nice looking dog house. (As dog houses go) Chained to that light pole. With heavy duty tow chain. There was the biggest, strongest, loudest, fastest, German Sheppard I ever seen. That dog seen me before I seen it. Charged fast. That chained stopped it. It was pulling, and barking, and snarling. Startled the living shit out of me. I’m surprised I didn’t piss myself right there and then. I stepped back. Then seen I was right outside of a circle Of dirt. The dog and chain had worn everything within The length of chain down to the ground. I stepped off to a place where I could piss without this dog going fuckin’ nuts. As I was pissing I thought to myself. I’m surprised that god-damn dog didn’t pull that pole down. Healthy ass dog. Someone takes good care of that dog. I finish my piss, gave it a shake, put it away. I go back to the car. I get to the car and Cherie, and my girlfriend are standing outside the car. I don’t think shit about it. I figure, getting some air, beautiful night, stretching their legs. Then Cherie says, “I gotta take a piss too”. I tell her, “Watch out for that big mother fuckin’ dog back there”. She says nothing and goes to take her leak. I’m not paying any attention to much but the sky. It seemed so clear. The stars were sparkling like diamonds. I was trying to decide exactly what color I’d call that sky, not quite purple, a deep cobalt blue. Then like from the end of some far away tunnel, comes my girlfriends voice. She talking shit a mile a minute. It’s sounding something like bitching. Just when I figure my talent for letting this kind of thing go right over my head, like- it’s not even making it in the first ear. She puts her hands on my shoulders and starts again in a different tone. I’m pretty much forced to listen now. So I look right at her. Well the acid still had a pretty good grip on my mind Page 6 And she looked weird and somewhat alien to me. I stood there looking at her, then I was watching her mouth move. This was probably happening all at once. In my mind it wasn’t. It was coming down in steps… She was saying, “as soon as you got out of that car to piss, that ugly slut was going to follow you”. I wasn’t surprised. So I figure, they weren’t out there, “Taking in the night”. My girl was actually stopping Cheri from following me. I knew better then to listen to any more. OK, I think. Go any father into this conversation and there’s defiantly a mind fuck tangled in it somewhere. So I shut her off. I wander to the other side of the car. I look at the woods, where the sky touches the trees. I hear all these frogs and crickets. Time is NOT on my mind, at all. I wonder if that is a owl I hear far off. Behind all this is the far off sound of my girlfriend running her mouth. Like static in between the stations on the radio. As I’m starting to look at the road. I notice that some of the gravel that is in it, and on it sparkles under the glow of the distant street light behind the gas station. Then my “Alien” girlfriend, with her transparent eyes, Big six head, and spotted face is back in my world. She’s saying, “Go see what the hell is taking her. She’s been back there taking her piss for over twenty minutes.” Then I notice her looking at her watch. I think, I didn’t know she wore a watch? I don’t wear a watch. I don’t need a watch to waste my time. Then she repeats herself louder. This only makes me think, hell if what she’s saying is true…there hasn’t been a car down this road in some time. Good thing we’re not in a jam of some sorts. Then I realize she’s kind of nudging me along. Her request sinks in. “I’ll check it out”, I say. I go to see where she might be. She’s not where I took a piss. Then I wonder. Where the hell did she go? I listen carefully. I hear something. It’s that dog. That dog and something else. My ears have played tricks on me before when I was tripping. But… When I look around the corner of the gas station. Under the glow of that street light. There’s Cherie. All ass in the air. Buck ass naked. Elbows Page 7 and knees in the dirt. God-damn face was laying in the dirt. That German Sheppard was fucking her so fast it looked like the dog was vibrating. I stand there staring. For a second, I can’t believe it. Then I look around and see all her clothes in a neat pile, just outside, “The dirt circle”. I rub my eyes, look away. Then I look back. Yes, that dog is fucking Cherie. I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, and she’s making sounds. I thought I could see her breath moving the dust of the dirt where her face was laying. Breathing hard. Lost in the ecstasy of getting nailed by this dog. Then I like let this fake cough out. A kind of, “excuse me” type cough. The dog looks at me. Cherie is gone. She never even opened her eyes. Then …No Shit! While that dog looked at me, I got this telepathic message, “Please, give me my moment, and Thanks.” So I stroll back to the car. I tell my girlfriend, “She’ll be right here”. Now this ignites the “Bitch/Cunt”, in my girlfriend. I felt the bad-craziness of this girl when in this mood. I sure the fuck didn’t need, or want it aimed at me now. “SO WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING!!!” she screams. I calmly tell her, “You’ll have to go see for yourself”. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.” Plus I thought, confirmation of what I thought I saw, from someone that wasn’t on drugs would assure me; I wasn’t just seeing things. As “Bitch/Cunt” stomps back to where I was pointing. She’s muttering and yelling shit. Fuck her I think. She’s another bitch that could use a good fuckin’ from ’Ol Rin Tin Tin. If I hadn’t needed her to protect me from getting raped by a couple dog fuckers, I would have never insisted on picking her up. Then I hear her scream, “I don’t FUCKIN” BELIEVE IT!!!” She comes stomping back to the car screaming, “She’s Back there getting fucked by some big dog!” I was tempted to say, Is that a hint of jealousy in that scream? Not wanting to incur the wrath of this alien, Bitch/Cunt I keep that thought to myself. About five minutes later, Cherie comes walking out from Behind the gas station. She’s carrying her clothes. They all as clean as they were when she got out of the car. (Pretty Clean) Page 8 She saying in a perfectly clear voice, “You won’t believe what happen to me. I fell down into a ditch”. Now there was no ditch back there. I wasn’t that high. There wasn’t even a ditch on the side of the road. Hell, we Were in Michigan. There was a shoulder of gravel as wide as a car running down both sides of The road. I look at her. She’s draining dog cum down her legs. For a fraction of a second I think, YUK! But on second thought I felt it was good that the dog had the happy ending. There’s dirt and dog shit all on her elbows, feet, knees, legs, forearms, face, etc, etc. I walk around her…and yes, dog scratches, gentle paw claw Marks on her back and hips. Slobber all over her neck, which also looks kind of red. I go to looking in the car for something she can use to wipe herself off. My girlfriend starts digging in with the insults. “We saw you , I saw you!, you were just having a good time letting that dog just fuck the living shit out of you!” “You Disgusting whore!” I think, whore? I don’t believe she charged the dog anything. Still I keep quiet. I find a sweat shirt, and a rather large denim shirt in the back seat. I had noticed the denim shirt because it was tucked behind my back, sort of a pillow. So I hand her the sweat shirt and instruct her to clean herself up a bit. She looks at me, still talking in a normal tone of voice; and asked-”You don’t think I was really back there having sex with a dog?” To which I most truth fully answer, “Yea”. “Why would you two say that”, she screams. To which I reply, ’What did you do, take off all your clothes before you fell in this non-existent ditch?” “Show me this ditch?” “I see your clothes are all still clean” I could feel the wheels turning in her head. She very suddenly started acting totally fucked up. Slurring her words. Stumbling around. Now as far as I knew These girls had a twelve pack when I ran into them. That was hours ago. Six were left. I hadn’t given her any chemical drugs. She hadn’t mentioned having any. I did burn a joint . That one normal size joint between four people. SO…. Page 9 I figure she’s acting fucked up now as an excuse for Fucking with a dog. Maybe when she went back there she was already a little steamy under the panties. She was sure acting horney, before that doggie rumba she just got done doing. The acid in my head was fading but I still had a mind taking at least four directions at once. I was thinking. She went back there. The dog smelled that skank (Pussy). The dog stated panting quietly. Well after taking her piss. If in fact she ever had to really take a piss. The dog starts licking her ass. She bends forward, to give the dog a better shot at her asshole and cunt. Now here’s where it goes deep into left field. Did she take off all her clothes and pile them neatly at the edge of the dogs boundaries before this? Or…Were they removed and set aside with every intention of fucking that dog. Made me further wonder if she had fucked dogs before? Did she have a dog? Was it a regular thing? My girlfriend is still running her suck, trying to degrade Cherie. Who was keeping up the I’m too fucked up act. I tell my girl friend, ‘Shut the fuck up now!” I see Cherie had wipe herself off. I point to a couple spots she missed. She wipes them. Now I look at the sky because I see we’re loosing the night. The suns gonna be up real soon. People will probably start to roll down this road. The gas station could be opening any minute. After I told my girlfriend to shut the fuck up, she was mumbling bullshit as she went back and sat in the car. Now Cherie is standing there. Still naked. I hand her the denim shirt. I say, “Put this on. If one of these Good ’Ol Boys on their way to work see your dog fuckin’ ass standing here naked as a Jay Bird in this parking lot they may want to get up on some sloppy seconds after that dog” “If you think that I’m gonna defend your questionable honor when they want to take liberties with you. YOUR WRONG” So she put on the shirt. I go around to the passenger side and tell the little confused, Sadie, “Your going to sit in back with Cherie, please”. She says nothing, now Cherie has already made herself comfortable in the back. She was doing a piss poor acting Page 10 job, pretending to be going in and out of some kind of Passing Out state. Then I go around to the front driver seat. I tell my girlfriend, “I’m good to drive now”. …and I shoot her a look. She slides over. She knows full well she’s seen me drive on enough LSD to send a squad of Marines to the loonie bend for the rest of their life’s. I love LSD. To this day. It is good medicine. It’s getting harder and harder to find. Well she knew I was just in the right place to be focused. We had about another fifty minutes on the road. Three quarters of it a straight shot. Then left, and we would be there. We get driving. My girlfriend says, “Smells like dog shit in here”. To which I reply, “Could you just shut your mouth, have mercy, at least on my mind. It’s not quite over. I’ve got to re-group inside my head. Shut your smart ass mouth for the rest of the ride. She must have exercised more self control then I have ever seen her do before. She keep quiet for the rest of the ride. No doubt planning on how she was going to “Vomit”, this dog fucking girl news to my brother; upon seeing him. To be cont....