Vlady Jones's Locker
For the reading of this episode, we recommend: Five long years - Colin James
Four men in a locker - YO-OH-OH! - and a Rum-colored box.
They plowed through a stormy highway, threatened by terrible fore winds that made the battered hull of a 127 that resisted only by common will.
In reality, they are stern currents, but if I say stern then Moobs would never stop laughing. It rained as thin as silk, drawing a pattern on the windshield that deceives the eyes of the most astute lookout. We proceeded at a walking pace as the twilight recedes, illuminating the last night.
It rained on deck. No, it's not a nautical metaphor, it's the blanket that Fangio used to harness the maid. There was a c***k in the roof and the water that infiltrated fell in a rivulet. The rear windo
