Hippo Meat
That's right kids, it's STOOORY time!! I wrote this last night in a bar and didn't finish it. I don't really intend to, either.
There went Joshua standing in a light skiff carried on the current of the Nile while poling for all he was worth. The best little whorehouse in Egypt was another nine miles down as the hippo drifts. He felt like he could get out and run faster if the stories about him were true but he knew they weren't. He was just human after all and he needed some ass and Memshar's Pleasure Garden had the plumpest young boys in the lower kingdom...
Memshar stood on his upstairs balcony. Half a mile away he could see the moonlight glimmering on the Nile like it didn't give a damn and let me tell you, it didn't. Memshar looked half his ninety years. He could, with his strange, short blade of unknown metal, chop a kopesh of the best bronze in two, along with the man wielding it, with a single stroke. Don't fuck with a ninety year-old gangster who looks half his age and gets real slicey with a fucking voodoo sword. He was watching the distant water for the Green Lantern...
At the barracks the reserve night guard was honing their bronze for a raid. The captain, the best of a hundred, wasn't allowing the unauthorized movement of controlled material into or out of his port. He didn't give a flying fuck what some local lapdog vassal of pharaoh says or wants or pays. "Personal favor, my ass!"...
The old seer sat at his favorite table in the tavern. He had seen it all over and over for years and was tired of seeing so he'd been avoiding vision with beer and scotch...
Shifal watched her fat-ass, tax-collecting husband as he stuffed his fat, greasy face with the best cuts of sacred river cow, something most Egyptians could barely dream of. Poaching hippopotamus got you a free head removal so no one but the nobles and a few of the lucky ever knew the sweet taste of fat-laden hippo meat. Bufarba certainly had more than his share.
"He'll get his due share soon enough." Shifal thought...
After spotting the Green Lantern, Memshar went down into the lobby of his most wondrous house of ho's. He stood, with arms folded, facing the main entrance. The pathetic Jew was standing there soaked to the skin from head to sandal. "Decided to swim, eh?" shot the facetious Memshar.
"A river cow swamped my ride. Got a towel?"
"That way, down the hall. The girls will clean you up. Better hurry, Li'l Tufa is all oiled up and waiting."
"Thanks."
As Joshua sloshed on down the hall out of earshot Memshar thought in a loud whisper, "Jesus Fucking Christ."...
There went Joshua standing in a light skiff carried on the current of the Nile while poling for all he was worth. The best little whorehouse in Egypt was another nine miles down as the hippo drifts. He felt like he could get out and run faster if the stories about him were true but he knew they weren't. He was just human after all and he needed some ass and Memshar's Pleasure Garden had the plumpest young boys in the lower kingdom...
Memshar stood on his upstairs balcony. Half a mile away he could see the moonlight glimmering on the Nile like it didn't give a damn and let me tell you, it didn't. Memshar looked half his ninety years. He could, with his strange, short blade of unknown metal, chop a kopesh of the best bronze in two, along with the man wielding it, with a single stroke. Don't fuck with a ninety year-old gangster who looks half his age and gets real slicey with a fucking voodoo sword. He was watching the distant water for the Green Lantern...
At the barracks the reserve night guard was honing their bronze for a raid. The captain, the best of a hundred, wasn't allowing the unauthorized movement of controlled material into or out of his port. He didn't give a flying fuck what some local lapdog vassal of pharaoh says or wants or pays. "Personal favor, my ass!"...
The old seer sat at his favorite table in the tavern. He had seen it all over and over for years and was tired of seeing so he'd been avoiding vision with beer and scotch...
Shifal watched her fat-ass, tax-collecting husband as he stuffed his fat, greasy face with the best cuts of sacred river cow, something most Egyptians could barely dream of. Poaching hippopotamus got you a free head removal so no one but the nobles and a few of the lucky ever knew the sweet taste of fat-laden hippo meat. Bufarba certainly had more than his share.
"He'll get his due share soon enough." Shifal thought...
After spotting the Green Lantern, Memshar went down into the lobby of his most wondrous house of ho's. He stood, with arms folded, facing the main entrance. The pathetic Jew was standing there soaked to the skin from head to sandal. "Decided to swim, eh?" shot the facetious Memshar.
"A river cow swamped my ride. Got a towel?"
"That way, down the hall. The girls will clean you up. Better hurry, Li'l Tufa is all oiled up and waiting."
"Thanks."
As Joshua sloshed on down the hall out of earshot Memshar thought in a loud whisper, "Jesus Fucking Christ."...
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