The only survivor of a shipwreck while out fishing, Barien washed ashore on a desert island in the middle of the gulf. He managed to find food and water, and didn't mind the solitude, but he grew horny as hell. So when a sheep walked down the beach one day, he dragged the beast back to his hut and jumped it. (baaaaa)
But just as he was starting to get it on, a big dog ran out of the woods and began to attack him, and in trying to defend himself from the dog, Barry had to let the sheep go.
In the weeks that followed, the sheep appeared regularly, but every time Barry tried to get romantic with her, the son of a bitchen dog would materialize and attack him viciously.
Weeks and months went by and Barry grew hornier and hornier, until his salvation appeared: a lovely(actually Barry thought she was the most ravishing creature he ever saw but...) woman washed up on the shore sporting shiny red shoes. She was half drowned, looking like a wet puppy and her clothes were barely covering her most private parts. Luckily Barry was able to resuscitate her, and when she came to, she was grateful beyond words and told a tale of some tornado or something whipping her up in the sky and landing her close to shore and passing a couple of others in the sky one with and one without a parachute. But thats a tale for another day.
"You saved my life," she sobbed. "I would have drowned. How may I repay you? I'll do anything, just name it...Anything!"
"Okay," commanded Barry. "Hold that dog."
bada bing, bada bang
any similarity to actual events names or places to anyone living or dead or reported dead is a pure coininkydinkce
for a picture of those red shoes on barrys "date" see the avator of thistle4celtic
after the story;
The woman and the dog became the best of friends and the dog still loves the water- jumping in it every chance he gets or just waits in the tub for the water to come on.
As for Barry every once in a while a "note in a bottle" has popped up and some have sworn that theyve seen him or his ghost around these parts. We can only hope that he remains on that deserted island of his own free will and that he is well.
heres a link to the above story in pictures...
Last edited by Rocky; 10-27-2004 at 05:58 PM.
Is minic a bhris beal duine a shron.
The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you are throttling today.
I suffer the dreams of a world gone mad.