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Kickstand
Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
vibes were banging, he let loose, then started dancing and singing, "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag." *** The day was coming to an end. I was needing the air rotated in my tires. I pulled up to Ed's Garage, as he was repairing the exhaust on a 1978 Pontiac. He had scheduled me in for about six, so I had a few minutes to wait. I decided on a bag of peanuts and a Dr. Pepper, but instead farted (AKA midday thunder) between a windshield wiper display and auto wax. Ed was hooked on jump starting his cock. In place of surgical steel in his urethra, he preferred a Phillips screwdriver (not milk of magnesia and orange) inserted. I had been playing rhythm with Ed for several months now. So now at his request, a pair of pliers and a bumper-jack handle joined the screwdriver. I attached the alligator clips from a battery charger to his tools. Ramped up the amps and screamed "Geronimo". It seems Ed was part Indian, and he did a rain dance. Bolts of sparks flew, setting off a fire in my wig and singeing my lashes. As at Herly's, I pushed the pedal to the metal and the stand came down. Too much tension in the spring caused an equal reaction, and Ed took flight. Ricocheting off a wall, he landed on a tire recap machine. The machine put rubber snow treads on his ass, plus a valve stem. The fucking monkey ran in and pissed on the battery charger, but not before he ate a moon pie and drank an RC Cola. Then he ran to the oil rack and wax display. Thinking it Rome, he farted. Then it started to snow and the calliope played "Moon River."