He looks down and there is this very small person looking up at him with a joint in her mouth and saying, "Move over man, you're in my chair." Your ch...ir?" Yeah. My seat's up there on top the bar and I use the back of the barstool you're sitting on to climb up onto the bar. Just move over for a minute and you can have it back, Meanwhile, make yourself useful and put this on the bar for me. Thanks" She hands him a briefcase she has strapped onto her back and hands her ruck up to him. He hauls it. Pig knew Mr. Toilet was probably cheating on it with other sluts. nonetheless, Mr. Toilet was always good to pig. and pig considered itself lucky to be able grind its disgusting pig cunt on him like the pig slut it was.pig's Superiors stood over the nasty pig and its soon-to-be husband. pig was then ordered to recite her wedding vow..."pig promises to love, worship, and obey you, Mr. Toilet. you are its master and its god. and in return, pig asks nothing, knowing it is just lucky you put up. ’ Min giggled again, possibly about her apt choice of words. ‘Most of the girls know about the hole in the wall you know? Didn’t it ever strike you as odd, that some of them would put a chair up against that particular section of wall?’ ‘Er, well.’ ‘Never mind Barry, most of my friends think you’ve got the best tackle around. My, it gets really big when you get … excited. No wonder Brenda was so quick to move in with you. You do realise that Brenda is trying to make Bill jealous don’t you?’. .. rabbits ... chew on it. Of course ... success in gnawing usually results in death. These hoses were ‘armored’, braided stainless covers. Thumper didn’t die a painful death.The fuel tank was bone dry ... and not rusty ... dusty maybe. Could the last user have run it out of gas and just left it? The float bowl on the carburetor should tell the tale. Nope ... clean.While I was looking I noticed a master brake cylinder ... and it was empty. Uhhh ... not good. The cap specified DOT 4 ... even.