Me, Johannes Loor and one more guy were Somalian pirates, with shotguns and assault rifles. We had a little camp with a campfire and some logs around it to sit on. Johannes had mounted a GoPro camera high above in a tree, to take a picture of the camp. We had a horse as well, which was lying on its side beside the campfire. Johannes pointed out how you could see the horse's cock lying along the ground, if you looked carefully at the picture. He was very proud and entertained by how discreetly it had been depicted on his photograph.
Some big Mafia boss had decided to grace us with his visit. As he had basically an army of goons, we could not say no. He rolled up in his limo, while we were just lying and chilling on the ground. Two of his associates liberated us from our shotguns and assault rifles, which felt like standard procedure, but still made us nervous. After a short speech, it was apparent that Mr Mafia boss was going to kill us. He took a small revolver from one of his men and aimed it at mine and Johannes's accomplice. It clicked. And again. Being somewhat slow, me and Johannes now decided to rather go down fighting than per execution, and we both reached for the guns we had in our pockets. In my mind I shot down everybody, but was already half awake.
Before all this, me and Johannes had been asked to give a book to some sort of kindergarten, for their drawing project. We, intentionally or unintentionally, gave a pornographic comic magazine. The child who got it started copying drawings from it, as they were supposed to for their task, and after they were done we could see a nice collage of children's drawings on a wall, with their original books next to them. The child who had been given our book had drawn a big, juicy, very detailed and quite hairy picture of the female genitals. It was very well done and with extraordinary attention to detail, but left us wondering if we had done the right thing and how on earth no one in the staff had noticed and intervened.
Some big Mafia boss had decided to grace us with his visit. As he had basically an army of goons, we could not say no. He rolled up in his limo, while we were just lying and chilling on the ground. Two of his associates liberated us from our shotguns and assault rifles, which felt like standard procedure, but still made us nervous. After a short speech, it was apparent that Mr Mafia boss was going to kill us. He took a small revolver from one of his men and aimed it at mine and Johannes's accomplice. It clicked. And again. Being somewhat slow, me and Johannes now decided to rather go down fighting than per execution, and we both reached for the guns we had in our pockets. In my mind I shot down everybody, but was already half awake.
Before all this, me and Johannes had been asked to give a book to some sort of kindergarten, for their drawing project. We, intentionally or unintentionally, gave a pornographic comic magazine. The child who got it started copying drawings from it, as they were supposed to for their task, and after they were done we could see a nice collage of children's drawings on a wall, with their original books next to them. The child who had been given our book had drawn a big, juicy, very detailed and quite hairy picture of the female genitals. It was very well done and with extraordinary attention to detail, but left us wondering if we had done the right thing and how on earth no one in the staff had noticed and intervened.
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