My Inferno Cock

Burn baby burn!

Things work better when they're all oiled up and primed for use. The stickiness of the past serves as some of the best oil.. proven over time and several forgotton romances.

Mr. Pringle delves into his latest theory concerning the theory of by gones and by planes and the lack of relationship to the two. He starts his little lecture by informing his less than attentive student that he will be performing his little seminar today wearing absolutely nothing besides his wool necktie and leather chaps. The student on the far side of the room looked at the student sitting next to him which he, in turn looked at the person sitting next to him and so on and so forth down the rows of seats until all of the students have been looked at by someone and had looked at someone else. The person sitting at the opposite side of the room got up out of his seat to go over and look at the student who started the whole thing to keep things in balance. Now the mood was properly set for Mr. Pringles lecture. He started his lengthy talk and was at a loss for words before he even finished the first sentence so he turned around with his ass facing toward the students and began illustrating his ideas on the chalkboard whick was placed cleverly behind him just for these moments. As soon as he turned around, the student sitting in every other seat simultaneously stood up then immediately sat down followed right after with the students sitting in the remaining seats standing up then immediatly sitting down the whole thing started over again with the students that had first stood up then sat down standing up and sitting down again and so on and so forth. Mr. Pringle finished his elaborate diagram and turned around to find his students all standing up and then sitting down with striking precision. He was quite pleased with what he saw and let the class leave early that day. The students marched to the door in a straight line, making 90 degree turns wherever possible. Mr. Pringle stood there naked rocking back and forth on his feet while holding his chalkboard pointer behind his back with both hands. This was another proud day in eductional history.

Pat Benetar wasnt the first person who thought that hell was for children. I conjured up the same idea several years before the song was released in the early 80's. One dark eve, I was babysitting 2 nine year old boys for a good buddy of mine. Him and his 'new and improved' wife went out to the casinos that night. I couln't wait to put the two youngsters to bed so I could curl up on the sofa and spend a quiet night with my bible. As soon as they were asleep I relaxed in front the fireplace on opened up my bible to one of my favorite passages, namely, Luke 18:23 subsection A thri F and delve in. I was just getting to the good part when the book burst into flames right in my hand. I was naturally shocked and dropped the book on the lion rug. I began stomping the book to put it out when I heard strange clicking sounds coming from the other room. I went to investigated and found that the two boys had somehow managed to get up and come into the front room withou me noticing. I saw the two boys squirming around a bit and spyed several disposable cameras hiding behind their backs. I grabbed tham and used my good buddy's darkroom to develop the photos. The boys had been taking picures of me all night and had doctored some of me urinating and the time I was spending with my bible to make it look like i was whizzing on a holy bible. Gasp! And now thay had the picture that was to be the be all end all of their pictures. This was the one they were going to get famous for.... or so they thought! It was the picture of be stamping out the burning bible. They had taken the picture just so you can see me stepping on a smouldering bible all on the back of a real lion. They had already mixed in some plants to make it look like the whole thing was going on outside in the jungle. I realized that they set my bible on fire with some kin of small explosives just to get this prize winning shot of me desecrating god's holy word. I shook my fist at the ceiling and said, "Hell is for children!", which were my exact thoughts at that time. I'll never forget that moment and now, thanks to my lawyer, neither will Pat Benetar. We just got 2.1 million dollars from a copyright infringement lawsuit and she lost.