Hayseed Huck
04-12-2010, 10:15 AM
It was just insane.
Instead of just stopping right then and settling for Beth
Anne Blazzy from the Azores-- no, I had to keep net-web
browsing through the Girls To Rent By Week or Month
Catalog, updated-- every third Wednesday of the month.
I was pleased I had decided on Beth Anne, then I absently
clicked to another page and dropped my eyes on a photo
of Gyninaldi Brenn Larsario from Florence, Italy.
Well ...
I was a little net-drunk, having spent the weekend and all
day today previous to my 'girl search' surfing the net for
just the right kind of deck furniture to go with my new
swimming pool and rock gardens (complete with waterfalls)--
and being extremely pleased with how everything was going,
I wanted the right chairs, loungers, tables, umbrellas, and
so on, to go with a rental girl should I decide to rent one.
Once I had that problem solved, girl and furniture, I could
get on. you know, with my normal, single life.
Then I became dazzled by Gynnaldi-- like hundreds of rental
girls, Gyninaldi was similarly endowed to attract net-addled
Americans like me-- men who succumb to the binary narcotic
of girls up for auction, as well as they do to antique car
sales, islands up for sale, and online shopping for every
known product sold today--
or rented, as is the case when foreign girls put their bodies
up for rent.
I guess my new-found desire to 'rent' started when I rented
a Bobcat from Joe's Equipment Rental. I live alone out on
120 acres seventeen miles west of Studs, Alabama; and because
there was only myself using the septic tank system all was
fine and dandy.
Then the river flooded. My septic system was outdated anyway--
the house is 25 years old-- so the flood gave me an excuse to
get moving on something I knew had to be done, sooner or la-
ter. Now, I am very handy with machinery, so I rented the Bob-
cat and put in a brand-new septic tank, pipe and rock.
Then, I arranged for the swimming pool.
For some unknowable reason-- maybe because I was lonely
after working two weeks on the septic tank installation with
the rented Bobcat, I went to the computer and typed in,
Temporary affection.
Up popped
Girls For Rent By Week or Month
Bidding starts in 30 minutes. Click Here
for photos and details.
An auction.
Well, I let my guard down and clicked. So, I sent my Pay Pal
number and waited for the suction (errr, auction) to begin.
That's how I became involved in bidding for 'rental girls.'
In thirty minutes I found myself 'winning" Gyninaldi. I found
I was not merely the owner of one casual, fun impulse rental
purchase, but was also suddenly a stunned 'victim' with a
$1200. Pay Pay charge.
I was all giddy and remorseful at the same time. I sat back
and said, "Woa, what just happened? " I reprised my purchase
by back-buttoning.
You just rented this girl (photo) Congratulations!
There she was, learning over the Ponte Vechhio Bridge rail
with an Italian flag draped over her hips and up around her
shoulders.
About an hour later came an email full of details-- how
Gyninaldi would fly to America, take a Trailways bus to
Studs, Alabama and then a cab to my house here in the coun-
try.
What was it in that web-site scheme to make me click that
frightening Rent Her Now! button and then get hit
with that weird tingly rush of shopper bliss that then
quickly devolved into,
Oh my, what have I done?
Was it simply that I love slim Italian girls, dark-haired and
funky smelling-- or was it that I had an odd and inexplicable
desire to have some gorgeous European girl flushing her wastes
down the toilet, through the pipe system and into my new sep-
tic tank?
What was it? What had inspired me to such a rash and enthusi-
astic, damn-the-torpedoes, full ahead rental.
I just don't know.
HH
Instead of just stopping right then and settling for Beth
Anne Blazzy from the Azores-- no, I had to keep net-web
browsing through the Girls To Rent By Week or Month
Catalog, updated-- every third Wednesday of the month.
I was pleased I had decided on Beth Anne, then I absently
clicked to another page and dropped my eyes on a photo
of Gyninaldi Brenn Larsario from Florence, Italy.
Well ...
I was a little net-drunk, having spent the weekend and all
day today previous to my 'girl search' surfing the net for
just the right kind of deck furniture to go with my new
swimming pool and rock gardens (complete with waterfalls)--
and being extremely pleased with how everything was going,
I wanted the right chairs, loungers, tables, umbrellas, and
so on, to go with a rental girl should I decide to rent one.
Once I had that problem solved, girl and furniture, I could
get on. you know, with my normal, single life.
Then I became dazzled by Gynnaldi-- like hundreds of rental
girls, Gyninaldi was similarly endowed to attract net-addled
Americans like me-- men who succumb to the binary narcotic
of girls up for auction, as well as they do to antique car
sales, islands up for sale, and online shopping for every
known product sold today--
or rented, as is the case when foreign girls put their bodies
up for rent.
I guess my new-found desire to 'rent' started when I rented
a Bobcat from Joe's Equipment Rental. I live alone out on
120 acres seventeen miles west of Studs, Alabama; and because
there was only myself using the septic tank system all was
fine and dandy.
Then the river flooded. My septic system was outdated anyway--
the house is 25 years old-- so the flood gave me an excuse to
get moving on something I knew had to be done, sooner or la-
ter. Now, I am very handy with machinery, so I rented the Bob-
cat and put in a brand-new septic tank, pipe and rock.
Then, I arranged for the swimming pool.
For some unknowable reason-- maybe because I was lonely
after working two weeks on the septic tank installation with
the rented Bobcat, I went to the computer and typed in,
Temporary affection.
Up popped
Girls For Rent By Week or Month
Bidding starts in 30 minutes. Click Here
for photos and details.
An auction.
Well, I let my guard down and clicked. So, I sent my Pay Pal
number and waited for the suction (errr, auction) to begin.
That's how I became involved in bidding for 'rental girls.'
In thirty minutes I found myself 'winning" Gyninaldi. I found
I was not merely the owner of one casual, fun impulse rental
purchase, but was also suddenly a stunned 'victim' with a
$1200. Pay Pay charge.
I was all giddy and remorseful at the same time. I sat back
and said, "Woa, what just happened? " I reprised my purchase
by back-buttoning.
You just rented this girl (photo) Congratulations!
There she was, learning over the Ponte Vechhio Bridge rail
with an Italian flag draped over her hips and up around her
shoulders.
About an hour later came an email full of details-- how
Gyninaldi would fly to America, take a Trailways bus to
Studs, Alabama and then a cab to my house here in the coun-
try.
What was it in that web-site scheme to make me click that
frightening Rent Her Now! button and then get hit
with that weird tingly rush of shopper bliss that then
quickly devolved into,
Oh my, what have I done?
Was it simply that I love slim Italian girls, dark-haired and
funky smelling-- or was it that I had an odd and inexplicable
desire to have some gorgeous European girl flushing her wastes
down the toilet, through the pipe system and into my new sep-
tic tank?
What was it? What had inspired me to such a rash and enthusi-
astic, damn-the-torpedoes, full ahead rental.
I just don't know.
HH