So it turns out Punt finally had to travel to Edmonton. Of course, I PM my good buddie Eddie, to figure out what to do there in Gretzland. Well, wouldn't you know it--the little blighter is off travelling 'imself! The nerve! I can't even bum a beer off a fellow Perb-ite in Edmonton. So, what I figure to do is to make the town my own. Yep, that's right, it is now Puntmonton to me 
-- Seemed like a good idea at the time, but the gals there pretty much wanted the better part of a porsche for the right to look up their skirts. I licked my wounds in peeler bars with my new buddies--the rig pigs.
The sweet aroma of stale beer-on-carpet decor, combined with the visual eros of super high-heeled strippers indeed revived my gullet for some more adventure, fine dining, and a little naughty fun. The town falls to my whims, as they always do. Then on my way to airport in the usual rush to get out of dodge before the posse shows up, I realize I better fill the rental up with gas so the hertz nazi's don't ding me for an xtra fuel surcharge. As I pull into the station, I recall carrying an old Western lotto ticket courtesy of 'you know who'. Why I had this in my carry-on is beyond me, yet knowing it was there called for immediate action. I pass the ticket to the attendant, who dutifully scans it in. Wow, I win $4!!!! Thank-you Eddie! (surprised look that it hadn't expired or been allocated to some dinosaur charity). Now, what to purchase? Chips--too pedestrian. A girlie mag? Not enough winnings. A back issue of Car and Driver? Yawn. Then, featured at the till, in all their glory, like a beaming cone of shining victroy, I spied the perfect purchase. A whopping over-sized Tic Tac container filled with pink grapefruit tic-tacs! Purchasing these, according to the point of purchase display, meant that I was contributing to breast cancer reasearch! Wow, perfect. Any type of breast research would have been awesome, but to re-apply Eddie's generous yet frivolous gift into something postivily titilating, that's purrrfect!
So I buy two of these DD sized pink tic-tac vestibules, leave the change for good Karma, and head off to the airport. As I await my flight, I pop one of the little pink beauties in the 'ol crumpet. Hmmmm, the flavour kinda sucks. I am about to toss the package in the trash when it hits me. THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO SUCK! I say to myself, "it's a breast research thing, you dim-whit". As I stare at the container, filled with over a hundred little pink gems, I realize they look and taste like perfect erect little nipples. All of them! ....and what does one perverter horny little rig pig do when presetned with an erect pink nipple you might ponder? Well, suck it of course! The container lasted all the way back to Van-groovie, as I suckled one delicious nipple at a time. I visualized each of my fave domes while gently suckling and nibbling one or more of their little lovelies. I sucked and savoured BA nips, I wrapped my tongue luxuriously around an MJ nip and a MF nip simultaneously, I popped a half-dozen MP nips at once, which almost blew my mind. One by one, the memories of each wonderful lady I had ever enjoyed time with, popped back to life as I sucked their nipples at 39,000 ft. Mmmmmmm. Thank you for the delicious memories Eddie. And all from one little lotto ticket!
But you still owe me a beer, you travelling little bastard!
-Punt.
-- Seemed like a good idea at the time, but the gals there pretty much wanted the better part of a porsche for the right to look up their skirts. I licked my wounds in peeler bars with my new buddies--the rig pigs. The sweet aroma of stale beer-on-carpet decor, combined with the visual eros of super high-heeled strippers indeed revived my gullet for some more adventure, fine dining, and a little naughty fun. The town falls to my whims, as they always do. Then on my way to airport in the usual rush to get out of dodge before the posse shows up, I realize I better fill the rental up with gas so the hertz nazi's don't ding me for an xtra fuel surcharge. As I pull into the station, I recall carrying an old Western lotto ticket courtesy of 'you know who'. Why I had this in my carry-on is beyond me, yet knowing it was there called for immediate action. I pass the ticket to the attendant, who dutifully scans it in. Wow, I win $4!!!! Thank-you Eddie! (surprised look that it hadn't expired or been allocated to some dinosaur charity). Now, what to purchase? Chips--too pedestrian. A girlie mag? Not enough winnings. A back issue of Car and Driver? Yawn. Then, featured at the till, in all their glory, like a beaming cone of shining victroy, I spied the perfect purchase. A whopping over-sized Tic Tac container filled with pink grapefruit tic-tacs! Purchasing these, according to the point of purchase display, meant that I was contributing to breast cancer reasearch! Wow, perfect. Any type of breast research would have been awesome, but to re-apply Eddie's generous yet frivolous gift into something postivily titilating, that's purrrfect!
So I buy two of these DD sized pink tic-tac vestibules, leave the change for good Karma, and head off to the airport. As I await my flight, I pop one of the little pink beauties in the 'ol crumpet. Hmmmm, the flavour kinda sucks. I am about to toss the package in the trash when it hits me. THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO SUCK! I say to myself, "it's a breast research thing, you dim-whit". As I stare at the container, filled with over a hundred little pink gems, I realize they look and taste like perfect erect little nipples. All of them! ....and what does one perverter horny little rig pig do when presetned with an erect pink nipple you might ponder? Well, suck it of course! The container lasted all the way back to Van-groovie, as I suckled one delicious nipple at a time. I visualized each of my fave domes while gently suckling and nibbling one or more of their little lovelies. I sucked and savoured BA nips, I wrapped my tongue luxuriously around an MJ nip and a MF nip simultaneously, I popped a half-dozen MP nips at once, which almost blew my mind. One by one, the memories of each wonderful lady I had ever enjoyed time with, popped back to life as I sucked their nipples at 39,000 ft. Mmmmmmm. Thank you for the delicious memories Eddie. And all from one little lotto ticket!
But you still owe me a beer, you travelling little bastard!
-Punt.
