With family coming for a visit, Nil’s wife decided that they should clean their guest room. That’s where Nils found some drawings he’d made years ago.

“Poor ‘Joe the Cat,’” he sighed.

“Must’ve been warning myself.”

“Yeah, WTF is right!”

“What the hell?”

“Okay –this is frightening.”

Nils chuckled, “Mirrors still aren’t my friend.”

“I’d forgotten how much I enjoy watching planes flying overhead?”

Nils simply shook his head.

“Wonder what condition my tent and sleeping bag are in.”

“I finally got myself checked out at the VA hospital.”

Wadding the pictures up, Nils tossed the pictures in the trash.

If the fiddle, with its ‘hour glass’ shape, had breasts — it would be the perfect music instrument.

You can tell a lot about a man by how a dog reacts to him. For instance, if the K-9 is biting him there could be a problem.

Having had enough of his grandson’s sitting around the house playing videos, the old man sent the boy to his son-in-law’s cow ranch to work for the summer. Evan thought of it as ‘forced labor.’

Slightly before midnight Evan was awaken and told he had to pull a two-hour shift, watching the cattle. Quickly dressing and downing a cup off strong coffee, Evan grudgingly rode out to relieve the current night guard.

Twenty-minutes later all hell broke loose. Evan’s cellphone dinged, spooking the cattle, stampeding them.

Come sunrise, he could feel the glower of each man seated around the campfire.

Of course
They show
Coltish behavior!
It’s in
Their nature.
Where did
You get
Your degree
Again
And in What?
You wasted
Your money
And time.
After all
What can
One expect
From baby
horsies —
Perfect diction?
Oh,
Nay, nay!

All the whores called the town bully, ‘Big Al.’ Not because of the 44-caliber hog-leg he wore on his hip, but because of the ‘turkey neck’ that dangled between those hips.

His ‘turkey neck,’ as he loved to call it, was nearly a foot-long and almost as thick as a mason jar. When fully erect, it took on the characteristics of a turkey’s neck, his ball-sack, the angry red waddle and caruncles of a tom-gobbler and with a purplish head estimated to be the size of a 12-powder cannon ball.

It got so that none of the women would have sex with him, no matter how much he offered to pay. They all claimed that he was simply to big to comfortably, if not safely fuck because he was also much too rough once hard.

Angered by this, the known misogynist, decided while on a weekend bender, he’d simply take what they wouldn’t sell. He targeted Sally – a petite redhead with the largest tit’s he’d ever seen.

Big Al watched as she headed up the stairs, then quietly followed. He saw her enter her crib and that’s where he decided he’d jump her and stuff his meat in her hole.

Before she knew what was happening, she was face down on the cot, forced into an over-stuffed down pillow and unable to scream. She felt the sudden burning sensation as he shoved his dick into her unprepared twat and began to viciously bang away trying to ‘hilt’ his monster.

It had been a long time since Big Al had fucked and so it didn’t take long for him to blow a wad of jism deep inside her bloodied vagina. Satisfied, he climbed off her back and began to pull up and button his jeans.

“You son-of-a-bitch,” Sally squealed, “You’ve ruined my money-maker!”

Big Al laughed and turned to leave the room. As he reached for the door knob, Sally cocked the pistol she’d removed from under the mattress and shot a fist-sized hole in her attackers back.

He turned slowly, surprised by the pain and the onset of death, than collapsed against the wall, sliding down into a seated position. Unaware that he was already dead, she fired five more rounds into his crotch.

After the initial shock of what had happened had time to pass, the town’s Marshal declared it was a justified shooting, adding, “The asshole won’t be fucking anything again in this world and from the mince she made of his meat, perhaps the next.”

Sally survived her injuries, but never took on another client for pay. Instead, she became the madam of a new establishment, called ‘Big Sally’s’ up on the hill above the town. Every man-jack who visited the whorehouse, knew to treat her ‘girls’ with the utmost respect, lest they find their nuts shot off some night.

He sits quietly in his empty bedroom, awaiting the mid-sun and his soul’s darker twin. Life has been rough; fire nearly destroyed his home, rain, snow, flooding cut his roadway access and finally the loss of his meager job.

No support beyond her private world, he faces a blank and newly white-washed wall, once filled with photographs and colorful paintings. They’d become grim reminders, like the added gray to hair and deep-set wrinkle-lines that now fill his now inscrutable countenance.

But he knows a terrible secret. And he’ll share it with himself, once that casting orb reveals his shadow, reincarnated.

If people really gave a fuck — you could get laid everyday of the year.

As my circle grows smaller, my vision grows clearer.

UPDATE: Reno police report that Brandon has been found safe and is back with his family.

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Reno police are asking for your help in locating a missing and endangered teen. Fourteen-year-old Brandon Shealy Jr. was last seen on March 1 around 4:30pm on Lone Desert Drive in the Stead area.

Brandon is 5’ 11” tall, 210 lbs, with brown hair and eyes. He was last seen wearing a black hoodie, black pants, white Vans shoes and carrying a maroon colored backpack.

His mother, Marti Klingler said Brandon recently suffered a head injury and the trauma has altered his ability to think clearly. She adds that he might be with his friend, Travis Robertson, who goes to Cold Springs Middle School.

If you’ve seen Brandon or Travis, or know where either boy might be, you’re asked to call the Reno Police at (775) 334-2677.