Well it finally happened...I Da Burg was Wheeljacked Saturday by a crackhead/heroin Addict whose muscles had not yet atrophied and/or melted away from his body through malnutrition, and who was somehow still strong enough to pry me and my body out of my Slick, incredibly expensive custom built crippled ride and seemingly make good his escape.

Now this obvious degenerate minority scumbag intended to sell my awesome $4,000 wheelchair for 100 bucks to buy a little more crack and Mexican brown, to ease the pain of the mental and emotional sufferring and depression he was experiencing from the fact that 225 years ago his ancestors were brought to the shores of North Carolina in Bondage, having been sold by their OWN people on the East Coast of Africa for some beads, a cookie tin full of crumpets, and a silver mirror. I was pissed, watching dejectedly as I pulled myself off the curb and onto a bench...That's when I saw her, this blinding flash of the loveliest, sexiest, most Super-powered-endowed blond adult photographer in Southern California...SUPER HOLLY.

She came FLYING out of the Charles David Store where she had just apprehended a shoplifter attempting to make off with some SHOES that Holly, in the guise of her mild mannered, somewhat horny normal non-superhero self had been thinking of buying herself. Anyway, Super Holly, in the manner of 3.5 seconds, had caught up with the Crackhead Crippled Wheeljacker and knocked him unconscious. She then lovingly brought the wheelchair back over to the hapless owner, me, and said in the most sweetly sexy voice, "Well sweetie here you go....Mmmmm, this chair rides really good..."



I stammered, "Uh, thanks Super Holly, for nailing that fucking crackhead Nig..., um, that poor victim of Society's relentless march over marginalized races...can I buy you lunch as a show of appreciation for saving me today? I'd offer you some AWESOME Northern California Pot and 2 free hours of Oral Sex, but I heard that you had recently cleaned up your act as far as weed and booze go, and that Your Mum is a stickler for good manners so I will have to refrain from giving you Oral sex until such enough time passes as good manners allows for such umm, a reward to be given in, ah good taste...I guess... ..."

Of course, being privileged to buy Holly a plate full of Bangers and Mashed Potatoes at a local English pub, and then watch her eat the plump English Sausages, was itself reward enough for me ... :banana_god_save_the_queen_and_mum_suze:


Anyone wanting any further details of this recent afternoon's glorious events can ask Holly...FYI, she really is a Super Hero in my book.

**Edited to add**: You can see both the effect Holly had on me and how good the clam chowder was at the place we ate...I am wearing two little dabs of it just below my glasses.