Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Quengela (pronounced kuen-gue-la) the Nun Bones in Sin City

I can't take full conscious credit for this because I dreamed it last night.

Once upon a time there lived a Nun named Quengela. She was sick of being chaste and sick of living the pious life. Quengela befriended a gaggle of mischievous miscreants who talked her into going to Las Vegas. She knew that Vegas meant the end of her nun days, but she was ready (she was also horny). The flashing lights, the sound of nickels pouring into buckets, and the big titty-ed (sp?) showgirls of Sin City tempted Quengela to partake in her very first copulatory experience. Since she was such an old lady and had never boinked a man before, she wanted to do it with style. Usually Celine Dion played music at Caesar's Palace, but on this fine day Quengela the Nun would take to the stage. In preparation for the event she studied images by Keith Haring that depicted rudimentarly drawn stick people in various adult positions. On her way to Caeser's Palace she drove down the strip in a big ass Cutlass hoopty. She was ravenous and drove fast. Gas was pouring out of her car like water from a busted fire hydrant on the streets of Spanish Harlem. As she crossed a bridge there was a line of waiters walking below in spiffy white suits holding plates of food with the metal bowl things covering it. Gas was pouring out of her car onto these people but she didn't care at all. She didn't care about Jesus, she didn't care about the diners whose food would be soaked with gasoline, she didn't care that her ride to the Palace was completely dependent on foreign oil, she didn't care about traffic laws. All she cared about was one thing: duplicating the pictures drawn by Keith Haring. She arrived at Caeser's Palace and the wild crowd was cheering. She took the stage wearing the veil of her habit and some daisy dukes. The following few minutes were incredibly acrobatic and triumphant and much too adult for this blog. Quengela the ex-nun left Caeser's Palace with fireworks glimmering in her eyeballs.

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