Urban Myth?

This tale was related to me in the time honoured friend of a friend guise.

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To spunky youngs chaps called Daz and Neville (I've forgotten their real names) were in thailand looking to expand their minds, brown their skin and find multiple comfy places in which to put their pump action yoghurt rifles.

On the first night they strutted into a hostel on the edge of town spurning the more touristy joints on the strip. As they checked in they noticed a large pot of money on the desk with a crudely and badsly spelt messge proclaiming that the contents of said pot were up for grabs if a person could complete the simplest of tasks.

"We could do with some more smash" qoth Daz, "Let us enter this competition, whatever it may be two intelligent and athletic chaps like us are sure to triumph!"

Enter they did. They placed their entrance money into the pot and were taken outside to the arena.

Expecting some sort of test of strength or perhaps drinking prowess they were surprised to see and thai lady lying on her back on the floor.

"You shit in her mouth!" yelped the owner with a tootless grin.

"Excuse me!" exclamied our travelling heros.

"You shit in her mouth now!" cried the demented demon of defeaction!

Seeing no way out Neville, the more deviant of the two stepped up, droppped his kecks and slowly crouched over the face of the woman.

She lay perfectly still like an viper waiting for the moment to strike!

Neville groaned and grunted, it's not always easy to lay a cable with people watching, but Neville persevered and he began to feel his barking spider open to release his load into the poor womans mouth.

Just as his bomb doors opened the women blew a short sharp burst of sir right up his anoos causing it to clamp shut!

"You lose!" cried the master of ceremonies, "You money is mine, mwah hah ha haaa!"

Foiled the boys headed to bed defeated and dejected that they had fallen for such an obvious tourist trick. Quietly Neville was plotting revenge.

Several weeks passed, drugs were taken, frankfurters were deposited in sausage wallets and a good time was had by all.

Towards the end of the trip a canny observer would notice that Neville was really very much into his spicy food giving him quiet a digestion job to deal with.

On their last day his told Daz of his plan and they headed back to the scene of their earlier failure. This time Neville was prepared, several coconuts and packet of Polos and some high strength laxatives meant he was sitting on a concoction of Krakataun proportions. The owner didn’t recognise our heros and gladly took their fee.

Neville rushed to the arena and low and behold the air blowing asp was in wait. Already knowing the form and feeling himself far to close to blast off for comfort Neville disrobed and quickly squatted over the unfortunately lady.

She didn’t stand a chance.

A week of spicy curry, shitty local water and sweet revenge poured forth from Neville’s tortured sphincter covering the poor ladies head. This result was met with a stunned silence; the only sound to be heard was the gentle popping of bubbles as the now shit covered woman continued to blow out air in a pointless attempt at belated self preservation!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 15:09, 5 replies)

so...
...did they win the money then?
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 15:32, closed)

I think
they were chased out for cheating!

the cheek of it!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 15:39, closed)

I've heard something similar
That story did make me laugh though.
'click'
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 16:03, closed)

Legend or not...
...that was sheer gold!
One of those tales that has me suppressing my laughter in the communal office.

Wish I could click twice.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 16:33, closed)

Read it before
on Ehowa I believe.
(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 18:28, closed)