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  • Surrounded By Skanks

    February 4, 2010 — With 285 words & Read — Labelled as: Story
    Enrique kept his head down and tried not to be spotted while he was talking to his general commander through the radio, “Sir, we are surrounded..”
    The radio kept jamming and screaming out static noise, he turned some dials until the line was clear again and tried again, “..surrounded by skanks.”
    “Their everywhere, and are about to flank us.”, He yelled into the mouthpiece.
    Through a lot of noise he heard the general ask, “What was that last bit?”
    “Flank us.”, He said.
    There was a moment of radio silence until his general asked, “Who?”
    “Skanks!” He yelled back.
    There was just too much noise, “You got to speak up son..”, The general said.
    Things were getting dangerous around him, the ground below him was shaking, “Sir, Yes sir.”
    Then he received some bad news, “Son, theres nothing we can do for you right now.”
    “What am I suppose to do?” He asked with the sound of desperation in his voice.
    “Get up.. Get up and dance!” The general screamed.
    He felt confused and asked, “Sir, could you repeat that, I’m not sure if I heard that correctly.”
    The frequencies kept changing but it held in a clear moment, “Get up and DANCE!”
    And as the good soldier he was he got up and looked around, he was in a circle of skanks.
    They all started at him with their lustful eyes and streams of bodily fluids running down their.. “Are you all ready!” He yelled right when he pulled off all his clothes and started to dance around like a cat on speed.
    After a night of dancing in the strip club in front of drunk woman, a lot of things stained with spray on tan and champagne, but at least he lived to fight another day.
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