The Igloo Resort had a zoo.
It mostly housed polar bears.
I released them.
I also fed them some steaks with valium tablets crushed up inside it.
They'd be sluggish by the time they moseyed over to the jacuzzi.
I was back in the hot tub with the cheerleaders and making small talk.
I pulled out two shorn off shotguns.
Max handled one, as I did the other.
The girls were getting into a frenzied pitch.
We were now onto the Jack Danials.
I called it the 'spread your legs' liquor and I'd be forever indebted to Jack.
We were making out in the tub, playing with fun bags and checking out the humidity of their hootches.
They were hot to trot.
When the first polar bear came, I yelled out 'Polar Bear' and pumped the rifle and aimed my tranquilizer dart at the lumpf.
I didn't want to kill it.
I only wanted it to appear I had killed it to ensure that the girls would be dripping with self-manufactured lubricants.
Max yelled out and fired as the other one came.
They'd be out for a few hours.
'Now let the party begin, formally,' I said, adding, 'lets play take off your bra tops.'
Flashing more greenbacks certainly helped.
I was starting to question whether they were cheerleaders or local whores.
I'd soon find out.
'Now back to the bonking contest, ten grand is up for grabs,' I said as I earnestly played booby boat with each of the cheerleaders, that were endowed with big Scandinavian tits.
'Has to be the milk,' said Max.
I agreed, pumped with steroids.
I had worked a summer at a Dairy Cream farm, milking cows.
That's how I would start to explain what followed.
It was Dairy Queen heaven.
It mostly housed polar bears.
I released them.
I also fed them some steaks with valium tablets crushed up inside it.
They'd be sluggish by the time they moseyed over to the jacuzzi.
I was back in the hot tub with the cheerleaders and making small talk.
I pulled out two shorn off shotguns.
Max handled one, as I did the other.
The girls were getting into a frenzied pitch.
We were now onto the Jack Danials.
I called it the 'spread your legs' liquor and I'd be forever indebted to Jack.
We were making out in the tub, playing with fun bags and checking out the humidity of their hootches.
They were hot to trot.
When the first polar bear came, I yelled out 'Polar Bear' and pumped the rifle and aimed my tranquilizer dart at the lumpf.
I didn't want to kill it.
I only wanted it to appear I had killed it to ensure that the girls would be dripping with self-manufactured lubricants.
Max yelled out and fired as the other one came.
They'd be out for a few hours.
'Now let the party begin, formally,' I said, adding, 'lets play take off your bra tops.'
Flashing more greenbacks certainly helped.
I was starting to question whether they were cheerleaders or local whores.
I'd soon find out.
'Now back to the bonking contest, ten grand is up for grabs,' I said as I earnestly played booby boat with each of the cheerleaders, that were endowed with big Scandinavian tits.
'Has to be the milk,' said Max.
I agreed, pumped with steroids.
I had worked a summer at a Dairy Cream farm, milking cows.
That's how I would start to explain what followed.
It was Dairy Queen heaven.
