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any of you guys grow up watching (and loving!) those old godzilla or ultraman type movies with the guys in rubber suits clomping around a miniature tokyo?
i just finished watching death kappa. it is a fantastic parody/homage to those old classics, complete with visible strings on all the plane/helicopters. it is hilarious and a lot of fun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mFVu514iic
My essence still senses Bucho's women.
I didn’t like many of them… but I really got into Ultraman for some reason. I’m definitely going to just check it out.
-and by check it out, I mean I’m going to pretend I know what you watched by saying “oh you can totally see those strings, you can see those strings with a vengeance!” then I’m really just going to close this window and go watch some porn instead.
your pithy elocution which is matched only by the warmth of your gentle bear hugs i imagine you giving to me and bing and bucho when we make our pilgrimage to tay-haas.
we pull up and you’re outside watering the lawn in an orange-lensed visor, a flowery shirt and leopard-print speedo. you unleash a deluge from the hose upon our windshield as we chortle at your crazy antics.
we egress from the vehicle – a 1957 ford ranchero. bing from the driver’s side. i from the shotgun position. and bucho from the bed. the wry smile upon your face portends another soaking from the hose without the protection of the ranchero’s windshield.
a brief pause of our stride as we ponder “will he?” to ourselves in unison. much to our relief you cast the hose aside and with a playful yet purposeful gait make your way to us, the weary travelers.
when we are finally all 4 within arms length of one another, not a word is spoken. we let our 4-way embrace speak. the only echo is the silent tears running down our cheeks as “bridge over troubled water” prances lightly upon the wind from some distant source. or is it just our hearts singing?
My essence still senses Bucho's women.
rob was there, i just stopped short of his appearance. he walks out during our embrace wearing nothing but a loosely draped bath robe. his freshly showered hair and body glisten under the noon-day sun.
the pendulum of his manhood swinging with every step. and like some great illusion right before our very eyes, the pendulum swings slower and slower and suddenly in its place is somthing akin to the great monolith from kubrick’s 2001: a space odyssey.
as the robe gets caught in the light breeze we cock our heads slightly to see the large and easy to read message inked on the monolith: WELCOME HOME YOU WILD AND CRAZY GUYS.
as the moment unfolds were are acutely aware of the absence of…
“jerry!” we hear bryan joyfully ejaculate. as we all lock gazes in unison upon jerry’s awe-struck face we know he’s thinking the same thing we all are.
tonight will be the reunion to end all reunions as the forthcoming male bonding will change our lives forever. we will enter a domain few in history have dared to tread upon.
this is our moment. this will be our ultimate embrace. like the lions of voltron, we are never as strong as when we are not only near but locked together with our inter-penetrating limbs.
as we five move toward jerry in his car his mouth is still agape and his eyes are like fine china saucers. we know he is waiting (wanting? longing?) for us to gather him up from the car and carry him over the threshold like some ancient egyptian god. to strip him naked and roll him in flour as we feed him grapes.
and we are within arms reach of the car door we realize this is it. this is the moment we have been waiting for. this is the moment jerry desires.
but we’ve been wrong before.
suddenly jerry lunges open the car door knocking us back with a force unseen by human standards. we all fall hard to the ground with the exception of bucho who was fortuitously standing in front of rob. fortuitous except for the fact that he was now dead, impaled by the joy of his desire.
we call to jerry in desperation but there is nothing but squeal and smoke from the tires as jerry lets out a voracious “you guys are fucked up!”
jerry is never seen or heard from again.
bucho and rob are buried together in bryan’s backyard. the accident didn’t kill rob but we all knew he’d want to be with bucho until the bitter end. plus there’d be fewer questions from the cops if they believed they were off somewhere with jerry.
after the burial it was all kind of awkward so bing and i just kind of slipped out quietly. put the ranchero in neutral and pushed it a few blocks before popping the clutch.
bryan still has nightmares.
on the way back home not much was said between bing and myself. most of it can be summed up with “man, texas is a messed up country!”
to this day bing and i never speak of what happened. we just die a little inside every time “bridge over troubled waters” is on the radio.
My essence still senses Bucho's women.
::applause::
That was seriously dark poetry there. I especially like the fact that Bucho was accidentally impaled on my penis. That sounds like a terrible way to go. And then it was just easier to bury me with him. I get my just desserts!
This thread makes me feel dirty… like the summer of ’85 at PawPaw’s house. I gotta go shower 3 times to get the stank off.
I’m just glad you guys all thought it was an accident.
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@Bucho 45972 wrote:
I’m just glad you guys all thought it was an accident.
awesome. even from the grave you can make us smile.
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