He’d sailed the seven seas and had been most places but the one thing that fascinated Ronald Crump was all things European.
He couldn’t get enough of the place. He loved the history, the architecture, the lovely soft furry creatures and had a real penchant for the European beaver.
He found in time that his attachment went beyond the platonic, the touching, the petting, the holding and putting them back where they belonged for he had a narcissistic view of the world that all things he liked to touch and feel should be his.
As a result, he was prepared to make sacrifices to achieve this very goal. He bent over backwards to accommodate the ideas, thoughts and needs of others so long as in the end he received his rightful due reward.
Ronald believed that life was there for the taking and he did a lot of that. He visited the northern cities where the European beaver was at its most prolific and exempt from the stares of those who thought his behaviours unusual. It was his new best friend Vlad the Enhancer who extoled him to do as he wished, who provided him with the means to achieve everything in life he so desired and who in the end convinced him that friendship, true friendship, often went beyond a friendly manly handshake. As a result, their life long relationship was cemented upon the shore line every time they came together with the rush of the wind and the roar of the waves adding to the sheer exhilaration they both felt that they were doing over mankind in the only way that mattered.
Written apologetically for: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/sunday-sinfun/
Ha ha ha. Loved this, Michael. “bent over backwards.” LOL
Thank you John, the image just send so many thoughts through my head…
I can imagine.
I’m..I’m… Truly lost for words
Just emailed that too you, thought you’d like some light relief…lol
Bravo!!! (applause) What an amazing write, Michael. Ronal Crump indeed!!! ahahahaha!!!
The name just jumped out at me😂
Haha it is perfect!! We need a bit of a laugh these days…our neighbours are struggling right now and it is bound to trickle up here.
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What a story about a man named Ronald Crump!!!
If only you could have photoshopped an orange wig… Great story, Michael. I’m so glad you rose to the occasion (if I’m allowed to express it like that).
Well I didn’t want to make it too pointed now did I…lol….be interesting to see what responses you do get….
I honestly wasn’t expecting any response at all beyond a giggle or two! You people have the most luxuriant imaginations 🙂 Looks as though I’ll have to set to and think of a story after all.
I look forward to your thoughts.
I’m trying very hard to skirt around the obvious. Hard to make a six foot tall guinea pig less than obvious though…
It’s fairly obvious isn’t it
Ha ha, I love it! I wish I could have read it first without knowing what the picture was, as I’m sure I would have missed all those double entendres, and appreciated them even more after the fact!
Thanks Joy glad you got a laugh out of it…