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Yes, I can see it now. The "Madame Zora", a small fishing boat loaded with refugees from the LPSG, sail from Maimi towards southern parts unknown. Seeking to find a new life away from National Security Cards that reveal intimate urinary and bowel habits of all holders, the crew and passengers endure the tight hot, fleshpile conditions that abound on every deck.
The small band of courageous people, gay, striaght, bi, atheisst, Christian, Budhhist and all, fight the waves as they under the guidance of Capt. Jana seek a better life in the southern hemisphere.
There is Freddie who gives comfort to the young. Dr. Rock who explains why this is so necessary to those who are weak hearted. And there is Kink who still remembers some of the horors of the old country where tolerence for all was denied.
Only with internet connections are the couragous group able to seek and find the land of opportunity where all men are created equal and there is freedom an justice for all without security cards, of course.
The group handles the boat. They "enjoy" the fleshpile conditions. The hear Capt. Jana hollering more, more. (Just too much fleshpile in one hour. Gets to her.)
Oh the joys of sailing on the "Madame Zora" to parts south unknown without Security Cards.
*Capt. Jana is pondering so many men in such a small space. This voyage may turn out great after all.* :evilgrin:
The small band of courageous people, gay, striaght, bi, atheisst, Christian, Budhhist and all, fight the waves as they under the guidance of Capt. Jana seek a better life in the southern hemisphere.
There is Freddie who gives comfort to the young. Dr. Rock who explains why this is so necessary to those who are weak hearted. And there is Kink who still remembers some of the horors of the old country where tolerence for all was denied.
Only with internet connections are the couragous group able to seek and find the land of opportunity where all men are created equal and there is freedom an justice for all without security cards, of course.
The group handles the boat. They "enjoy" the fleshpile conditions. The hear Capt. Jana hollering more, more. (Just too much fleshpile in one hour. Gets to her.)
Oh the joys of sailing on the "Madame Zora" to parts south unknown without Security Cards.
*Capt. Jana is pondering so many men in such a small space. This voyage may turn out great after all.* :evilgrin: