Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 23:26:41 -0500
From: Damon E Atchison <damon66@juno.com>
Subject: The Barn Burner: Love to Last

The following story was written by an inspired eastern european
storyteller.  His english isn't perfect, but I thought I'd leave the
story in its original wording, because I feel his skill at writing sparks
a fire in my soul.  Here it is, "Love to Last" by Cyznicklypey Plgryt

--I sitted in my colded house thinking about my hapening with my first
real man lover.  My words, his big beefed body was so hot I can hardly
standed it.  We first met at the yearling danse.  He really broke the
floor with his heated dansing shoe.  I was so admired of his hunk body.

When danse was over, I went to parking feild to find my goat and cart,
but I found my goat eating the hay of a very powerful donkey.  So it was,
I am hardly believing it now, it was the hot lover man's donkey!  He
greeted me with typical expression, "Your goat has big balls, must come
from good farm."  You saw, in our country, we talk not of weather, but we
talk of goat balls.  Your goat got big balls, you a better man.

Anythen, we leaved.  Going on his powerful donkey, we went back to his
farm. He carry me up to his hay loft.  There the love fun will begin.  He
pushed me into the hay stack like a sheep ready for the... well, maybe
this is not understand by Americans, but in our country, things are
different.

So I being to make sheep noises (again, cultural difference) and he begin
to make yell.  Next came the big kabob.  Boy, I telling you I take dat
thing like I can't believe.  I make a yell and he keeped going.  Holy
salmon!

When all was over, we made a big potato stew.

The ending.