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Subject: "enthroned" surfer - djdunny.79 [1/1]
From: dp025@seqeb.gov.au (Bear)
Date: 15 May 1997 02:42:17 GMT

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  Disclaimer :    No names; no pack drill....and, er...no paper!!!
                

                  The D.J.Files #79

       "Enthroned"
                  There is something about the young Australian psyche and
   its fascination with the activities of the _other_ end of the torso....
   such games as "dance of the flaming arse" (*1) , "spit-the-winkle" (*2)
   and "hide-the-nugget" (*3) get indulged in by crews on surfaris that
   perhaps, in retrospect, have dragged on a little too long.

   Somewhere-in-Spain: 
                      A mixed group of misfits are suffering from Shell Shop
   (or whatever the equivalent Spanish servo is), having been on the long
   road trip back from Morocco, across the High Sierra. Now they are in the
   center of some minor metropolis in their large black van. The vehicle has
   no windows in back, but is kitted out with life's basic travel necessities,
   including 30watt-per-channel domestic stereo speakers and an equally 
   domestic large ceramic lavatory bowl, perched on/connected to a chemical-
   toilet unit in a box below.
        This latter item is currently occupied by one of the travellers, who
   is still suffering slightly from a case of Bali belly, or its North African
   equivalent. He has naturally discarded his boardshorts and is doing his
   "Thinker" impression. Traffic lights change. The other guys look at one
   another, back at him, grin.
        Suddenly, they are out of the front doors, round to the back, which
   they open wide.. "Hey!", he calls out futilely...as they lift him and his
   contraption bodily out of the vehicle and sit it in the kerb. The lights
   change, a latin type honks a horn, they pile in and are off across the
   junction.
        Sitting bare-arsed in the center of a busy city street, regardless of
   country, is not something most of us are likely to experience, thankfully.
   Our hero sat there, head-in-hands, for fully 5 minutes, before the guys
   completed a four-block trip back around the one-way system. They bundled
   him back inside and drove off once more, heading North.
        I expect the citizens of France were just hanging out for them to
   arrive there eh? 8-)
       

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        For those too civilized to know:
                  *1  lavatory paper hanging out of your bottom, which is
                      lit and you prance about for as long as you dare...
                  *2  ....it's too vile, I'm not gonna tell you
                  *3  ....see *2
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