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| Hell On Hallowed Ground |
It was a dark and stormy night as Eldritch made his way into the truckstop. Stopping only for a second to re-adjust his pants. For they were creeping up into his butt and it was a most uncomfortable feeling. He hadn't showered in days, weeks it seemed and the odor surrounding him had become blasphemous. Hell, even the lot lizards were shunning him now and that was just unacceptable.
Once inside the store, he worked his way up to the cashier so he could pay for his shower.
"I hate to tell you this mister," the cashier said as she gave him his shower key. "But you have a great big pustule on the end of your nose and another pustule on your forehead."
Eldritch reddened with embarrassment. He hadn't noticed the pustules while in his truck. How dare she be so bold as to point out his pustules What an abomination!
"Thank you for telling me about my pustules little lady." He replied finally, grumbling at himself for allowing himself to get into such a state.
Slinging his showerbag over his shoulder once more, he headed for the showers. Halting briefly to observe his reflection in a piece of chrome plating. Before his very eyes he could see another pustule forming. But this pustule seemed worse than the other two pustules. It was coming in bigger and thicker. He started to pop this pustule but thought it probably wasnt a good idea out here in the open where people could see him. He'd save the pustule popping for private.
Undressing in the shower proved to reveal many more pustules. Upon closer inspection he found a pustule on his earlobe, a pustule on his eyelid, which he hadnt noticed in his chrome reflection. A pustule under his chin, a pustule on his neck. A pustule near his left nipple.
He began to panic. The pustules seemed to be forming before his very eyes. It seemed as quick as he found one pustule, another pustule would appear! Some pustules had begun to ooze their yellowish-green liquid. One pustule near his bellybutton was actually painful! But he was a trucker and no pustule was going to get the best of him. He pinched the bellybutton pustule and winced as a sharp, searing pain shot through his abdomin.
The next few pustules were harder to reach. He was a bit overweight and had to LIFT his belly because a pustule was growing in the crevase there. Popping that pustule was a feat within itself.
He watched in horror as a pustule formed on his genitalia! Oh no! He gasped inwardly. Not that! But even as he began to attend the pustule, another pustule appeared! And another pustule!
Disgusted with what was happening he undressed the rest of the way in a flourish. His inner thighs were covered in pustules. His calves were covered in pustules. He even had a pustule on each toe!
How could this be?!
He found a pustule in his mouth!
He found a pustule on his tongue!
He found a pustule in the crack of his butt! More than one pustule had begun there!
He couldnt even imagine the pustules he probably had on his back that he couldnt see. But he could feel the pustules there. Like so many hairs, only pustules instead!
Once in the shower, he began washing vigorously. Trying to get rid of the pustules and their gooey product they left behind. But the heat of the water seemed to activate more pustules and he scrubbed his skin almost to the point of it being raw and red and bleeding!
How had this happened?!
As he was getting his clothes back on after the shower, he saw a pustule form on his nose again and quickly popped it.
Perhaps it was from the hooker he had slept with. Hell, which hooker? Eldritch slept with so many loose women of the night. Perhaps the pustules had begun then. Come to think of it, he was sure a few of the women had pustules because they had insisted on him keeping the lights off.
Damn! This is what he got for being so horny! Pustules in places that you're not supposed to get pustules!
Teenagers got pustules!
Chocolate causes pustules!
Stress causes pustules!
No more!!!
Moral of the Story:
Never sleep with someone that gives you something Ajax cant wash off.
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Footnote:
Lot Lizard = a truckstop hooker that doesnt shower between customers.
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Posted by SemiCrazy on 2009-10-26 18:32:18 | Rating: | Views: 60
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