*Boonwolf* Posted Mar 28, 2013, 9:04 am

Santa Claws and Art Bell are quietly sitting picking over the breakfast quietly talking as they watch all the commotion around one of the local girlscouts. "Why would some one bust a nice face like that" Art mutters not expecting a response. "Because she's a no good peace of a$$ that's why!" James responded in a bolstering tone as he slid into the both. Santa questioned mildly laughing "you didn't!?" James placing his order with the bar made "crock egg and diced bore huney britches." trying to slip his hand under her scurt as she turned. "Yup that skank ain't worth the dirt to burry her with or should I say HIM! She got a shlong bigger than a pit snake, thought i's helpin a zerk HO get a fix whilest I'd get my rocks off. Nothin worse than swoard figtin under the sheets." With that Art abought choked between gasps for breath and smacking of unchewed food, "so you smashed him, her, its face in?" "Only hit her one time and not in the face but I can't say that about the others who were at the bunk house this week" James explained as his food arrived with a folded note under the edge of his plate. With a wink she hurried back to work, and the 3 continued ther meal with little talking.