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Topic: Bert and the Quest for Everclear
+Anonymous A — 5.8 years ago #56,033
There he came across a loud crowd of people. They were voicing themselves through the act of protest.
“What is going on here?” Bert asked himself, “another riot over some dead negro?”
What Bert didn’t realize was that this wasn’t a riot nor did it ever turn into one. There were police neatly aligned in front of them but nothing fowl transpired. It was a protest against police brutality, a protest to show the world why black lives matter. None of this interested Bert one single bit as he continued his stroll to the local market in search of his precious alcoholic beverage of choice. He knew that all things will be clear with a bottle of Everclear in his palm.
He approached the market as he tiredly squeezed past the mass of sympathy. His hopes of drowning out his sorrows started to be slashed with each footstep approaching the front entrance as he made out a sign that read, “Store closed for today to honor the life of George Floyd and show support for Black Lives. #blacklivesmatter”
Bert started to get cross. He needed his Everclear and he felt he was being denied a basic human right.
He started to shout into the air, “To deny a man his simple joy of alcohol is to deny his right to exist!”
The protestors turned to their heads in his direction. They were furious that someone would dare compare a human life to that of alcohol. Bert started to get fearful.
“I don’t suppose any of you fine African American gentlemen or ladies could spare a poor homeless man a quick few sips?” he pleaded.
The crowd continued to look at him in disgust. That is until a huge buff man approached him. He was strong and easy to see he spends a fair amount of time in the gym. Bert gazed upon his muscles and started to wonder how big his penis was. Bert was willing to bet that the man has a mighty fine penis that would make his ancestors proud, in Bert’s mind anyway.
The man pulled out a bottle of booze and stared at Bert intimidatingly. He lifted the bottle over his head and lift his pants as he then proceeded to pour the drink over his genitals.
“You want this, boy?” he asked with a deep scary voice, “then lick it off of my cock.”
Bert didn’t know what to do. He was no stranger to performing fellatio on gentlemen such as him. He needed a drink and he was at a level of desperation that he’d do anything for a sip. He approached the man slowly as the man watched on with angry eyes. Bert dropped to his knees and slowly panned his eyes upward toward the large man’s face.
“I accept your offer,” Bert said as he started to breath heavy.
The man looked down at him confused. He was confused and sad that someone would degrade himself by licking liquids off of a stranger’s penis. He slowly backed away as he responded, “You need some serious help, man.” The crowd looked on with embarrassment and disappointment mixed in with some laughter. A police officer recognized Bert and escorted him out of the crowd. Bert wasn’t even the least bit humiliated but still felt desperate to be reunited with his love of drunkenness.
+Anonymous B — 5.8 years ago, 3 hours later[T] [B] #587,169
@OP
Paul. His name is Paul.
+Anonymous C — 5.8 years ago, 6 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #587,172
+Anonymous D — 5.8 years ago, 11 hours later, 15 hours after the original post[T] [B] #587,184
everquest for everqueer
·Anonymous A (OP) — 5.8 years ago, 4 hours later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #587,186
@587,169 (B)
Thank you, Syntax.
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