Out of Pod Experience

such solvent abusers.

Wow!

Much funny!

It would work in theory, but needs a lot more synergy, try taking it to the park and turning it off and on.

And so began the torrid and lurid tale of Sir Chauncey D´Galen, foremost expert in Samothracian Numismatic and avid reader of the Poems and Teatrises by Johannes de Grocheio.

It all began as most tales do, when Sir Chauncey, candidly taking his afternoon stroll, managed to gaze an odd couple of foreigners slowly cuddling each other, and to his horror, with actual care and love.

- Such barbarism and tribal displays of impuissance morality must obviously belong to foreigners, Gods! What has this blasted country coming to!" - He though to himself.

As a man of manners Sir Chauncey D´Galen knew well how to behave in public, and the spectacle of tender affection happening in front of his eyes was not only vile, but so revolting to his senses, he could only do what all well educated men of noble upbringing could in such situations ... stare from the corner of his eye pretending to be distracted by the sights of the monochrome park.

Slowly sitting in a small bench nearby the pair of lovers, Sir Chauncey was almost shaking in contained rage.

-This is ghastly blasphemy! - he murmured slowly as he straightened his grey coat and passed his fingers over his silver polished buttons, craned his neck a bit to try to relax some of the vapid tension around his neck area and proceeded to place his exquisite marble handle carved walking stick between his legs and rested his hands over it, slowly frowning his brow, to show in a forceful way to the air his distaste.

-These foreigners and their ways, this cannot stand, oh Goodness , how can this be? Where is the Officer of the Law when you need one? Acts like these belong in the lower docks perhaps, under a gauzy curtain of red and acrid stenches of smoke and cheap swill, but here? Preposterous! Such arrogance and Impudence! - Quickly and annoyingly he thought.

Sir Chauncey decided then to recollect his memories of his small privateer contract in the Platine War in Argentina, likening the cries of Oribe´s troops to the sound the foreign couple were making right now.

He was angry, very upset and almost to the point of wrathful collapse, but Sir Chauncey was a well bred gentleman and he decided to abate the storm happening in front of him.

This was going to be a quite rude afternoon after all, and his well articulated plans for Opium inhalation late at night might have to be postponed, which quite made him more than mad, frothing mad to be exact, but alas, this is what fate had brought to him this afternoon ...

Poor Sir Chauncey, little did he knew what was in store for him ...

All of you are just plain silly!

Thread locked. OP even admits he mistakenly posted. You are forgiven... <3