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The Monetary Economics of Thurston Howell III
DLWormwood writes "In what has to be the Strangest... Essay... Ever... The libertarian Ludwig von Mises Institute website has posted an essay which goes way too in-depth over the topic of why the castaways of Gilligan's Island used Thurston Howell III's 'worthless paper' instead of gold or seashells."
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Scout Cookies
by LWM (lbsmith@37.com)
A young Girl Scout has a new sales pitch that is sure to sell cookies. (M/g, ped, oral, anal)
Bonnie Brown adjusted her beret and straightened her sash before knocking on the door. The little ten-year- old was brimming with confidence. She had practiced her speech and scouted potential sales for the last two weeks. The little girl was certain she would win the first prize; a thirty-seven inch color TV and after all she had won the last two years in a row. She knew from experience that by using the sales technique she had learned from her older sister the other girls didn't have a chance. Now satisfied everything was in order she reached up and lightly knocked on the door. Less than a minute later an attractive man in his early fifties opened the door. "Hello Mr. Hatch, I'm Bonnie and I'm selling Girl Scout Cookies and if you would allow me to come in, I can show you our entire line of delicious cookies. I am also prepared to offer you a special deal." Bonnie said adding a pretty little smile as the door opened wide enough for her to step in. Melvin Hatch recognized the pretty little blonde from the apartment pool; he remembered how her bikini bottoms had wedged themselves in the crack of her cute little pear shaped ass and how she had bent over close enough to him he could have reached out and touched it. He didn't do that of course, after all he wasn't a pedophile, but any man would look. He also recalled how her loose fitting top had offered him several glances of her budding breasts, with their pink quarter sized nipples. He still masturbated sometimes at night as thoughts of the pretty little preteen flooded his mind. He figured the least he could do was buy a box or two of her cookies. "You're in luck Bonnie I love the mint cookies and the peanut butter ones as well." Hatch replied taking the brochure the girl offered him. "Well if you buy five boxes I'll give twenty-five percent off our new cream filled cookies or our new double fudge and, if you buy eight boxes I'll give you fifty percent off." Bonnie pitched making sure to maintain eye contact and keep her hands folded in front of her while keeping her shoulders pushed back. "I'm sorry Bonnie, there's only me, and that would be more than I could eat and besides I don't really like cream cookies. You see my mother sends me more fudge than I can eat as it is. But I will take one each of the peanut butter and the mint." Hatch answered reaching for his wallet. "Well at least let me show you the cream cookies, everybody just loves them, the only thing is you have to supply the cream." Bonnie said softly reaching down and tugging the already short skirt up to reveal her hairless little clam shell cunny to the man's view. Hatch tried to look away, knowing what the little girl was offering him could put him in prison. But try as he might, he couldn't tear his eyes away and couldn't bring himself to make the child cover herself. Then in a voice that almost seemed to come from someone else he asked, "How much for the cream cookies, if I buy eight boxes?" His pulsating cock refused to allow him to lift his eyes from the target they were locked on. Bonnie smiled, knowing that she had him, of course she knew he was going to be easy. He had been unable to take his eyes off her at the pool last summer and she had thought he was going to cum in his pants when her little bikini bottoms wedged in her ass crack. She had made a point of bending over right in front of him. Later, she had also found several excuse to bend over coming out of the pool to give him a decent view of her little breast. "Forty dollars for the eight boxes. And fifty for the cream cookie box." She answered moving her right hand to the zipper tab on his shorts and ever so slowly pulling it down then reaching in and freeing his impressive cock. "Well I suppose I could give some of the cookies to friends." Hatch said reaching for his wallet and watching that perfect little oval shaped mouth with its tiny bee stung lips close in on his nin
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". . .all went to seek the yellow gold that the Indians had seen there with Tobacco* fifty years ago. It was the same gold that drove the whites with the cholera over the trail to California, then to Colorado, up the Bozeman trail the Idaho country and now to the Black Hills. Always they ran after the yellow iron that one could not eat or wear or use to heat the winter lodge."
Cheyenne Autumn -- Mari Sandoz
*A Cheyenne, not the plant
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