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I Did The Doo Rag
Zany Summer Kindle Short Read. Now by AC Adams.
Short Gay Humorous Piece.
Strange things can show up at your door when you place an ad on one of the popular gay "dating" sites. Sometimes a doo rag wearing crab shows up. When life serves you crabs, make gumbo. That's exactly what happened here. AC is at his funniest in I Did The Doo Rag.
Ladies will enjoy it also. We've all met our share of crabs.
The doo rag crept through the doorway like a soulful crab—a little sideways shuffle, a slow James Brown across my wooden floor to the couch. I offered him some refreshment. A piece of fatback and water preferably from the toilet is what he said would make his beady eyes roll. I complied as best I could.
The doo rag sat quietly for a moment sipping his cocktail and nibbling on some salmon Hors d oeuvres I had prepared. I tried to observe him when he wasn’t looking. But his crab sense felt my gaze.
“What?” he asked rather abruptly.
“In your description on MAN4EVERYTHING you said you looked like Johhny Depp.”
He pointed at his doo rag.
“Oh, we’re doing a pirate theme this evening,” I said to myself. “Arrgh! Arrgh!” I did my best parrott slash pirate imitation. The Doo Rag looked at me as if I was a fool. I sighed. His tiny black eyes traveled around the room. One eye swept the floor while the other brushed across the television as the rapper Buster Clean growled at a plate of gyrating female buttocks bumping against hamhocks on BET. I marveled to the doo rag on the creativity of rap videos. The doo rag said nothing. Buster Clean screamed through massive
GIMME A HOE AND A POKE BONE
GIMME A HOE AND A POKE BONE
“So what do you want to do?”
Excerpt2
I led the way. Candles burned and gave the room a waves-caressing-the-seashore-at-night effect. The doo rag quietly took off his clothes. He lay across the bed.
“What it do?” I said to the doo rag.
“You got a mouth hole and you got an ass hole. You figure it out, Pa.”
“So much for romantic pillow talk,” I sighed. I undressed and lay next to him with my head propped up in my hand. I looked at his roundish body and the thick bowed legs. His little head wrapped in the doo rag bypassed anything resembling a neck and sat firmly on his shoulders. It was as if God to economize on bones, decided to forgo a neck on this creation.
Short Gay Humorous Piece.
Strange things can show up at your door when you place an ad on one of the popular gay "dating" sites. Sometimes a doo rag wearing crab shows up. When life serves you crabs, make gumbo. That's exactly what happened here. AC is at his funniest in I Did The Doo Rag.
Ladies will enjoy it also. We've all met our share of crabs.
The doo rag crept through the doorway like a soulful crab—a little sideways shuffle, a slow James Brown across my wooden floor to the couch. I offered him some refreshment. A piece of fatback and water preferably from the toilet is what he said would make his beady eyes roll. I complied as best I could.
The doo rag sat quietly for a moment sipping his cocktail and nibbling on some salmon Hors d oeuvres I had prepared. I tried to observe him when he wasn’t looking. But his crab sense felt my gaze.
“What?” he asked rather abruptly.
“In your description on MAN4EVERYTHING you said you looked like Johhny Depp.”
He pointed at his doo rag.
“Oh, we’re doing a pirate theme this evening,” I said to myself. “Arrgh! Arrgh!” I did my best parrott slash pirate imitation. The Doo Rag looked at me as if I was a fool. I sighed. His tiny black eyes traveled around the room. One eye swept the floor while the other brushed across the television as the rapper Buster Clean growled at a plate of gyrating female buttocks bumping against hamhocks on BET. I marveled to the doo rag on the creativity of rap videos. The doo rag said nothing. Buster Clean screamed through massive
GIMME A HOE AND A POKE BONE
GIMME A HOE AND A POKE BONE
“So what do you want to do?”
Excerpt2
I led the way. Candles burned and gave the room a waves-caressing-the-seashore-at-night effect. The doo rag quietly took off his clothes. He lay across the bed.
“What it do?” I said to the doo rag.
“You got a mouth hole and you got an ass hole. You figure it out, Pa.”
“So much for romantic pillow talk,” I sighed. I undressed and lay next to him with my head propped up in my hand. I looked at his roundish body and the thick bowed legs. His little head wrapped in the doo rag bypassed anything resembling a neck and sat firmly on his shoulders. It was as if God to economize on bones, decided to forgo a neck on this creation.
8 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 22, 2011
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A.C. Adams
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March 4, 2015
It was a free read. It was short. But a good story. Kind of strange. For me it pointed out the danger of online hook- ups.
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