Warning



Warning


Deleted Member

Sep 10, 07 at 10:37am
In the days of Yore, long gone by, at the time of Camelot, there were
many brave Knights, but the bravest of them all was Sir Lancelot. Sir Lancelot was the bravest of the brave, goodest of the good and purest of the pure.

One day Sir Lancelot set out from Camelot on his trusty charger, his
quest as ever, to slay dragons, rescue maidens and hopefully turn up the Holy Grail on the way. Resplendent in his shiny armor he set forth, brave, good and pure.

However on this day, events took a decidedly strange twist, as out of
nowhere a strange anomaly of time and space appeared, and before Sir
Lancelot could rein in his horse, they plummeted through the vortex
and were hurled many years through time and many miles through space,
until finally... they landed in present day San Francisco.

Slightly disorientated and completely naked (the anomaly did not transport non living tissue or in-organic substances), Sir Lancelot surveyed the new world that he had been thrust upon. His nakedness did not trouble him, for in his mind he was clad in the raiment of Goodness and Purity.

Just then he spied what he thought must be an Inn of some form named
"The Fudge Packer." He entered this strange hostelry and noticed men clad in all manner of weird apparel. He believe that he saw women also, but on closer inspection, they turned out to be men as well, dressed in female clothing.

Alas, Sir Lancelot did not watch where he was treading and his foot
slid through a large strawberry daiquiri slick. He somersaulted into the air before landing on his head, knocking himself unconscious,
draped face down over a chair and...

…a Good Knight was had by everyone!

Deleted Member

Sep 10, 07 at 02:36pm
Whip me................I want to be spanked....
.............hurt me...........make it sting...
.....make little red marks........hurt me......
........put me back in chains..........