Best Of Penthouse Letters

Mouse Jack returned to his city after five long years of absence.
It was the cage, in jail.
He had seen the sun shine in an interminable chess.
wore the same impeccable dark gray suit that had the cops when they pecked at the blue rat, sitting at the table with Susy Soccol, Miguel Maus, Puerto Rican, and rattan Dubal, Arabic.
Bad night, that.
Night of coca, the rum , Gorgonzola DOP, tope. He offered all
Jack, as always.
He wanted to celebrate. Celebrate the latest victory, the latest demonstration of the superiority of his clan.
The facts were so gone.
Jack was the undisputed head of Topham City.
Leadership at the edge of the law inherited from his father and kept with honor and style.
had to follow its rules in the city, but they were wise and just, and all were fine.
Of course you could not resist.
If you did, Jack does not kill you, but I drove by Topham.
We are above and below , Jack liked to say sipping whiskey teasing balls and corn with cheese. Alluded to the fact that commanded the earth and into the sewers.
One day his right arm, the Tore Rodents, said that those Mouseland wanted a part of the sewers Topham. It claimed an area under jurisdiction of ancient sewer quibbles.
Tore was faithful and silent, to Sicilian family.
always rode his double-breasted blue pinstripe suit and with a toothpick between his teeth, armed with a trap Magnum silencer. He had shown great loyalty to Jack, in the past. For
he had sacrificed his private life. Those of
Mouseland , however, had never bothered.
was a colony of mice virtuoso singing.
Their economy was based on teaching in schools squittante falsetto, of which only they kept the secrets of the art.
was good people, in fact. Do not care to have the sewers more.
The request came from far away. Boundaries of the state, by a 'other nation. From
Rinoville . And there was dancing in a field-mouse.
The same field-mouse in the Mouse and Jack were in love with Africa, the rhino head Rinoville .
And Jack knew that.
Soccol Susy was a delicious morsel, which boasted suitors in all species.
Once a horse sent her 101 red lumps of sugar, a crocodile and a purse made from the skin of his son and a bottle of tears.
Despite the physical differences, he said he knew satisfy the sexual needs of all its friends.
With Jack seemed to have found happiness.
Him, in love, gave her everything.
Auto, motorcycle if he had any water service to be done in the sewers, diamond rings, every hairdresser day, checkbook in your bag. But Africa
wanted it at all costs, and tried to distract Jack with this business of sewers, to kidnap her.
Jack knew it and took Susy close for a week in a room of his villa. He
erect defensive walls of the mice by its best to ensure that no one could steal it. After
, free.
When they went to celebrate at the Blue rat, there was the blitz the cops, who arrested him for kidnapping pussy.
They had pictures in paw, give him that Tore the Rodent.
Africa was able to buy it. The photos in exchange for a supermodel Series A. Tore
saw no pussy for at least fifteen years, and gave way. In one fell swoop
Jack went to prison, he left the field-mouse loved and lost a friend.

When he came, his purpose was revenge.
Susy knew that she had run away, after the affair. But he did not know where.

Returning home, he told his men that he wanted justice.

- What are you doing, Jack?
- I have to go to him.
- What do you do, Jack, Diòtopo! mica what we think?
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Yes - No, come on, you can not, it's too risky, no one ever did it.
- Yes, you read.
- It 's that?
- Yes I have to go from 'African shove in the nose and tail.
- But the head, right! Rinoville to insert the tail into the nose of the African mean to die! poisoned and die, that death is the worst!
- I do not care, I decided now.

He went around the void.
Who took the bike, who wheel, and they left.

- Jack, you can not - said the old gardener, who had attended the meeting.

- and why?
- I know one thing that no one yet knows. The African is dead.
- How?
- It 's just that you know. Susy began with when you left you. After a while, 'began to take Viagra. Remember
Susy as it was, indeed. A destiny written in the name.
Yesterday, the African became the blue hippo Chicco.
His heart gave out more.

Jack said no more. He poured whiskey
ball and took some corn with cheese, as always.
He put on a disk of Streisand and relaxed in his chair of human skin.
crossed his legs and sighed with a smile on his face sideways.

Cardiology Inspirational Poems

He wakes up the brain of mice

He wakes up the brain awakens the body.
for a moment I open my eyes, they close it.
Ten more minutes, just ten minutes ...
Phase REM, rapid eye movements and dreams last morning.
In sequence, rapid, fragmentary, as frames of an infinite film, and I see them live. Li
pilot a little '. Director and actress.
Now I'm really awake, but inside.
To the outside observer is still sleeping, or are dead, your choice.
on his stomach, with his cheek on the pillow, one leg bent and arms outstretched, I look outside, and seems to be climbing a mountain, a vertical wall. Engagement
a mental tug of war between me and my watch and my father.
two of them do not know, though.
not want to wake up when my father is still in the house, then shot in bed as long as I can, with the ear from the noise tended to decipher his movements, watching the wall clock every five minutes. Sometimes
win, in the sense that I feel go away, sometimes I lose, in the sense that I can not stay in bed, I get up, and he is still in the house.
The clock does not win or lose, they mind their own business. But it always.
This morning I lost. Perfect, just waking up, start the day. Redial
arms and legs disrupt sleep, resent dell'indolenzimento.
I would like it to be a giant pizza and baked me out of bed with a huge shovel, like a pizza from a wood oven.
Lately I wake smashed, as if someone in the middle of the night put in a lot of jute sbattesse my bones and the ground and against a wall, like a crazy.
Then probably the same mysterious character with a good strong glue fractures, splinter to splinter, and back together for me pretty well. Tibia, fibula, femur, radio, ulna.
does an excellent job, you do not see anything when I wake up, I have not even a scratch.
But it hurts more.
I'll have to sleep with some small light on, to catch him red-handed and revenge.
He put the slippers in the direction of the desk. I turn the pc .
Hello, Microsoft.
face recognition in the mirror.
I are forming two little wrinkles between the eyebrows, right in the middle.
They have the shape of a mouth on the delta, or that the symbol of the old console Atari . They are called
ipoglabellari , we strive to come when the sight or understanding.
But fuck, I do not see at night ... and I do? I think? Boh.
I go into the kitchen, my father is there.
E'straordinariamente talkative about nine, seriously sprightly.
probably awake from 6:00 to 6:10, and has already done some 'of healthy DIY pension.
I have the pressure of an ant, and I'm pissed off regardless, just because it's morning.
I have my times, I am a diesel . I do not want to talk, not now, at least.
I need about forty minutes.
But I have to a great tete à tete , gagliardissimo.

- Last night you made the three.
- I know.
- What are you doing today?
- I do not know.
- What do you eat?
- I do not know.
- You're nasty.
- I know.
- But who's the matter with you? if you go so you will not ever marry.
- I take note, very kind.
- just got underway, good.
- Thank you.
- Vabbuò ja, I go. Statti well.
- Ok.
- Hello.
- Hello.

Deo gratias , is gone.
We are two scorpions, we love and we hate with the same depth.
Okay, popes hello, I have breakfast. It takes me
a bit 'of television, hypnotizing me while you put your thoughts into motion.
MTV, music channel, only video.
Aziono the cathode ray tube. It 'a coffin at least twenty years, those with the side panels of dark wood. But does its job.
The remote has lost it years ago because of a tragic fall from the table.
than we did not want to substitute with any universal remote, it would not be the same.
Sometimes interference is sad and crying, but then gives himself a vigorous pat, and resumes.
E 'hen a television, a colonial-era Mumy, a reference for all of us in the kitchen.
I think it suffers a little 'for his appearance, because he saw that the hall we have a plasma so cool, extra-slim, size 40, but let's not let them weigh.
dusting every day. And she is happy.
So: if the first video I like the day is fine, if I do not like is wrong.
I do always. Superstitions intimate things mine.
No, I do not believe: the Queen !
On MTV give a Queen video every three months, that ass!
will be a wonderful day!
Ballicchio between the sink and table.
I take my cup, my favorite spoon, milk from the fridge and the package of maxi tarallucci Mulino Bianco. Li I eat for twenty years now, I hooked the taste: I swear I almost do not feel the flavor.
I heat the milk, hoping that I have left some pot clean. There, there.
The coffee is already done, fortunately.
Mat clean.
check if I have everything, because when I sit down I will not get up.
wait until the milk is hot, ballicchio.
guess a bit 'to be Freddy in front of a hundred thousand people.
Perfect , milk ready.
sit down. Towards
coffee with milk, abound.
around a bit 'with a spoon and make your first sip. Things
buy their colors.

And then ... and then there's him.
The majestic, regal, proud, unique, divine, eternal Freddy, who sings, and more.
takes the soul and gives you the. The soul of art, not his.
With a crown on his head and an ermine mantle on his shoulders, bare-chested.
And a supernatural vocal range.
I know that video, that concert.
I watch for the umpteenth time, and for the umpteenth time, I become teary eyes.
Makes me want to eat life, as if it were an apple, biting.
I'm not afraid of anything. I'm far away from pettiness and trivialities.
I do not feel envy, I slam the money.
I laugh at everything, like you, Freddy. Can I disguise
, wear a mask and take the ass for the whole world.
Can I be a queen like you, a man or a woman, a dwarf or a fat lady.

everything I can.
Nothing is serious. You
art, Freddy.
I am reminded of a phrase, examining the history of theater, perhaps.
"Art is not imitation of life, but life is the imitation of a transcendental principle by which we call the art in communication
I feel above all and below all .
Somewhere in my body are getting rid positive substances.
But how much life you ran in the veins, Freddy?
So much, so much to make you die.

Meanwhile, eat a lot of tarallucci, also 12.14. In
even number because it works like this: couple with them, I make them match the flat side and then they drop by teaspoon in the milk.
await their specific time of soaking, which today is around 8 seconds, and then phagocytes.
The video ends as the most sacred time dedicated to my breakfast.
Thanks Freddy, thanks Mulino Bianco, thanks Dad you made it all possible, and perhaps also by God, if someday I decide to clarify my relationship with you.