Post by Bob Grenier on Apr 2, 2024 12:11:04 GMT -5
Bob is in some economy hotel in Tawain. Everything is small and compact. There are two women sitting on the small bed and Bob sits on the couch.
Bob: So you ladies are the sluts? I mean the tour guides... Ling and Lung?
They remain silent. These "tour guides" aren't being paid to talk. Bob snaps his fingers and Ling produces a joint from a small fanny pack around her waist. Lung lights it. The two ladies start to giggle and like a man Bob immediately shuts that laughter down.
Bob: The time for fun and games are over. There is no time for laughter. Here's what I need you ladies to do. I want you girls to go too room 227 and when Dylan Thomas answers the door, I need you ladies to not take no for an answer.
They just continue to stare at each other. They clearly don't understand English. The only language they understand is the universal language of the prostitution. He takes a wad of money and puts it in their hands. Tells them "Room 227" and makes the motion for sucking dick.
Bob: There's enough money to cover about 3 days. I really need to to wear him down. Tire him out. I can't have him showing up to Technical Difficulties.
They look him with puzzled looks.
Bob: You whores don't really understand a word I'm saying do you?
They stare at Bob. They've never laid eyes on a Canadian man with as much razzmatazz as Bob Grenier. She's trying to communicate in very broken English.
Ling: Me likee large Canadian penis?
Lung: Dà jiānádà yīnjīng!
Ling and Lung begin to simulationiasly undo Bob's belt.
Bob: Get off me! Gǔn kāi wǒ jìnǚ!
They continue to try and get into his pants. Ling and Lung have been paid and they clearly know they have a job to do. It's just not with Grenier. Grenier has never had to pay for vagina. He pulls out his phone and pulls up a picture of Dylan Thomas. He again says "227" and points to the picture.
Bob: Xiànzài, dàng fù! Xiànzài, dàng fù!
They now understand what they have been tasked with. The mission is simple. Pleasure Dylan Thomas for three days and make sure he doesn't make it to Technical Difficulties. Bob smiles and lights a joint. Pleased with his plan. Ling and Lung exit the room. A silken looking Chinese man enters the room and bows gracefully to Bob.
Bob: Tran right?
Tran: Yes, Tran. You likee see me Sir?
Bob: Tran, I don't have a chance in hell of winning my match at Technical Difficulties so I need a distraction.
Tran: How me help?
Bob: You wouldn't be opposed to seducing Tamika Strader for money, Would you?
Tran: Funny guy, Married man. I love my wife.
Bob: I figured as much. You're a good man Tran. So here's what you can do for me. I got a rag and a can of ether. Can you handle that?
Tran: Too extreme.
Bob: OK maybe just deliver a message.
Tran: What I say?
Bob: I want you tell her..
"I'm here. I'm in Tawain and when show up to Technical Difficulties, I am going to break every bone in your pretty face. Please don't make me do that. I'm begging you. Just stay at the hotel. I don't want you to hurt you but if I have to I will. Love Bob."
Bob: You got all that Tran?
He just nods and smiles.
Tran: Some.
Bob: Just do the best you can buddy. Have a bag of marjuana.
He hands Tran a giant bag of weed and he cradles it like a baby. He is clearly excited.
Tran: Not since College, Have kids. Me and wife maybe get high tonight after kids sleeping, Like old times. Thank you. Thank you.
Tran scurries out the door with the bag of weed under his shirt escaping like a common criminal.
Bob: I got the hookers on Dylan Thomas.. Sent a threatening message to Tamika. Mission accomplished.
He says this to himself. He lights a joint. Clearly proud of himself.
Bob: So you ladies are the sluts? I mean the tour guides... Ling and Lung?
They remain silent. These "tour guides" aren't being paid to talk. Bob snaps his fingers and Ling produces a joint from a small fanny pack around her waist. Lung lights it. The two ladies start to giggle and like a man Bob immediately shuts that laughter down.
Bob: The time for fun and games are over. There is no time for laughter. Here's what I need you ladies to do. I want you girls to go too room 227 and when Dylan Thomas answers the door, I need you ladies to not take no for an answer.
They just continue to stare at each other. They clearly don't understand English. The only language they understand is the universal language of the prostitution. He takes a wad of money and puts it in their hands. Tells them "Room 227" and makes the motion for sucking dick.
Bob: There's enough money to cover about 3 days. I really need to to wear him down. Tire him out. I can't have him showing up to Technical Difficulties.
They look him with puzzled looks.
Bob: You whores don't really understand a word I'm saying do you?
They stare at Bob. They've never laid eyes on a Canadian man with as much razzmatazz as Bob Grenier. She's trying to communicate in very broken English.
Ling: Me likee large Canadian penis?
Lung: Dà jiānádà yīnjīng!
Ling and Lung begin to simulationiasly undo Bob's belt.
Bob: Get off me! Gǔn kāi wǒ jìnǚ!
They continue to try and get into his pants. Ling and Lung have been paid and they clearly know they have a job to do. It's just not with Grenier. Grenier has never had to pay for vagina. He pulls out his phone and pulls up a picture of Dylan Thomas. He again says "227" and points to the picture.
Bob: Xiànzài, dàng fù! Xiànzài, dàng fù!
They now understand what they have been tasked with. The mission is simple. Pleasure Dylan Thomas for three days and make sure he doesn't make it to Technical Difficulties. Bob smiles and lights a joint. Pleased with his plan. Ling and Lung exit the room. A silken looking Chinese man enters the room and bows gracefully to Bob.
Bob: Tran right?
Tran: Yes, Tran. You likee see me Sir?
Bob: Tran, I don't have a chance in hell of winning my match at Technical Difficulties so I need a distraction.
Tran: How me help?
Bob: You wouldn't be opposed to seducing Tamika Strader for money, Would you?
Tran: Funny guy, Married man. I love my wife.
Bob: I figured as much. You're a good man Tran. So here's what you can do for me. I got a rag and a can of ether. Can you handle that?
Tran: Too extreme.
Bob: OK maybe just deliver a message.
Tran: What I say?
Bob: I want you tell her..
"I'm here. I'm in Tawain and when show up to Technical Difficulties, I am going to break every bone in your pretty face. Please don't make me do that. I'm begging you. Just stay at the hotel. I don't want you to hurt you but if I have to I will. Love Bob."
Bob: You got all that Tran?
He just nods and smiles.
Tran: Some.
Bob: Just do the best you can buddy. Have a bag of marjuana.
He hands Tran a giant bag of weed and he cradles it like a baby. He is clearly excited.
Tran: Not since College, Have kids. Me and wife maybe get high tonight after kids sleeping, Like old times. Thank you. Thank you.
Tran scurries out the door with the bag of weed under his shirt escaping like a common criminal.
Bob: I got the hookers on Dylan Thomas.. Sent a threatening message to Tamika. Mission accomplished.
He says this to himself. He lights a joint. Clearly proud of himself.