Nov 22 2008
The Icepeople cometh
Scene Two
Plfce: Dude, it’s me, Paleface.
McC: Holy heck, it’s Sadie, what the hell is she doing here. Damn, Liverspot, let go of my poletroll, willya? If you don’t I’ll come on your suit.
Livsp: Okay, calm down, let her in.
McC: Let me cover up first. Be right there.
Livsp: Man, you don’t have anything on, your superduper is still hard.
McC: Can’t help it, she’ll just have to get an eyefull (McC goes to the door and opens it a few inches). My, my, Sadie dear, what are you doing here?
Plfce: Don’t you old geezers remember anything? You said to met you up here for a workshop.
McC: Workshop? Oh, yeah, a workshop. Sure, now I remember, come right in (opens door to let in Paleface. She enters and he closes door behind her).
Plfce: Hey, Johnny, how come you are nekkid and got you petermeter out there?
McC: Well, it’s a long story.
Plfce: Well, I wouldn’t say that.
McC: Okay, bitch, I don’t need any wiseass comments. You know Liverspot, don’t you?
Plfce: Sure, I’ve seen him hanging around the plane with his tongue hanging out. How are ye, spot.
Livsp: Why fine, thank you ma’m. We were just doing a little yogercise.
Plfce: So I see. Johnny, you gonna put that thing away or just let it hang in the wind?
McC: Now listen, what my dickstick does is my business, and just for being a smartass, I’m going let it fly.
Plfce: Suit yourself. What about you, Spot? You got something to show me?
Livsp: Yeah, I got something, you wanna take a gander?
Plfce: You bethca, let’s put it out on the street and see if you’ve got what it takes.
Livsp: Okay, better stand back, I don’t want anybody to get hurt. (Takes off rest of clothes and stands nekkid before the other two inhabitants of the cabin. Starts to grab pisspotee and rub it as it springs into action) C’mon baby, daddy needs a stiff one. C’mon baby, show the little lady what you’re made of ( Liverspot’s generative member slowly starts to rise, the angle of jerking increasing by the second) That’s it, baby. Go, boy, go. Let’s go all the way, mama. Yes, full speed ahead. (Liverspot’s g.m. has achieved it’s full size). Well, ladies and gentlemen, how do you like my cock now?
McC: Geez, I’ve been giving this dude handjobs for years, but I never knew he was this big. Maybe it’s the angle.
Livsp: Angle, schmangle. You’re just jealous, with your little peashooter, while I’ve got the big artillery piece. Feast your eyes on my mighty dickeroo. What do you think, fair lady?
Plfce: I must admit, I’m impressed. You’ve got a doozy of a manthinger.
Livsp: Damn straight.
Plfce: It sure is. When the first dude dude was doing me up the rooter, I never thought I’d see two Senators with their peckerdeckers out and about.
McC: Well, I think you’ll find I’m no pushover myself. (Turns and thrusts out organ before Paleface) Not a bad cut of manmeat for an old codger, is it?
Plfce: Nope, you’re looking good, gramps.
McC: Thanks, I do try my hardest.
Plfce: Let me take a look at both of you. Turn this way (Both men, nekkid as jaybirds, turn, with their backass toward the audience, and their masculine sticks pointing in the direction of Paleface).
Plfce: You know, with the shadows caused by the fire, it’s hard to tell who’s got the longer, bigger wampump. Holy shit. Wait one minute. I’ve got an old fish weigher in my coat pocket. (Feels in pocket and takes out fish scale) Yeah, here it is, musta forgot to put it in the snowmobile. Now, this will settle it for once and all. We’ll find out for sure who’s the king of the cockerrockers. Okay gents, let me get this thing all set up. Alright, start your engines and keep those mastpoles steady and straight, cause it’s time for the tale of the tape. (Starts to move toward the two men, who have thrust out their manhoodies, with her fish scale) Okay, attenshunnn.
The Alaskan Repetory Theatre announces its second intermission. Homemade goodies are for sale in the lobby. Thank you.
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