Disappointment!....Tom Furman, man or myth???
Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 10:05 pm
So….I’m roaring down the road the other day, as I am wont to do, in the middle of the middle of nowhere Florida. When looming on the horizon, a white minivan appears. As I draw near, I realize that not only is the driver slow as molasses in some northern winter type location, but there is a large decal in the back window that merely says “Furman”. You can imagine my excitement. Could this really be the legendary Tom “Shaggy” Furman? The amazing one man slice and dice omatic ninja with the Porn Star vanquishing something or other, no one can define.
I slow down, something that I only do when I have to, and spend a couple of frustrating miles peering through the rear window trying to catch a glimpse of a BTM (Big Tittie MILF) or Porn Star, or make eye contact with ole Shaggy in the rear view mirror. But to no avail.
At last we reach SR 50 and the Shag Meister is turning left. My opportunity, as the Shaggster slows even more to make his turn, I slide up beside him, wildly staring and gesticulating. To my disappointment, there really isn’t a BTM or PORN STAR in the van. There is a rather decrepit looking shaggy individual in a stained and faded Hawaiian shirt. He is looking my way with an expression of wide eyed terror on his face. He actually punches the gas (finally) and tears away from me.
I pull over in the Circle K parking lot to pull myself together. Can this be real? I mean maybe this clown is just an imposter. The real Shag Wolf has to be hangin down in Boca, a cool drink in one hand, a razor sharp Balisong singing in the other, and a bevy of nekkid BTM’s, PORN STAR’s, and Strippers layin about, all used up.
Am I right?!?
Fess up Furball, swear on your Uncle Charlie’s grave that it wasn’t you that I spotted toddling down the road, and put the world back in order for God’s sake.
Yours Truly,
Swamp Fox
I slow down, something that I only do when I have to, and spend a couple of frustrating miles peering through the rear window trying to catch a glimpse of a BTM (Big Tittie MILF) or Porn Star, or make eye contact with ole Shaggy in the rear view mirror. But to no avail.
At last we reach SR 50 and the Shag Meister is turning left. My opportunity, as the Shaggster slows even more to make his turn, I slide up beside him, wildly staring and gesticulating. To my disappointment, there really isn’t a BTM or PORN STAR in the van. There is a rather decrepit looking shaggy individual in a stained and faded Hawaiian shirt. He is looking my way with an expression of wide eyed terror on his face. He actually punches the gas (finally) and tears away from me.
I pull over in the Circle K parking lot to pull myself together. Can this be real? I mean maybe this clown is just an imposter. The real Shag Wolf has to be hangin down in Boca, a cool drink in one hand, a razor sharp Balisong singing in the other, and a bevy of nekkid BTM’s, PORN STAR’s, and Strippers layin about, all used up.
Am I right?!?
Fess up Furball, swear on your Uncle Charlie’s grave that it wasn’t you that I spotted toddling down the road, and put the world back in order for God’s sake.
Yours Truly,
Swamp Fox