Classified

[Tommy 0]

Classified

6274**OPBUZZKILL**

 

####OPBUZZKILL to commence at 0900###

 

Longwang confirms cache of Buzz in Cock Ring Warehouse. Repeat: Longwang

 

confirms cache of Buzz in Cock Ring Warehouse.

 

Position of Pippo in Chocolate Factory confirmed at 0800. Repeat: Position of Pippo in

 

Chocolate Factory confirmed at 0800.

 

Whereabouts of Pudding Pop UNKNOWN. Repeat: Whereabouts of Pudding Pop

 

UNKNOWN.

 

Proceed with extreme caution in securing Buzz from Cock Ring Warehouse. If captured,

 

deny all knowledge of OPBUZZKILL.

 

###Terminate communication 6274**OPBUZZKILL**###

 

[Tommy 0]

Classified

X285**OPBUZZKILL**

 

ABORT MISSION! Repeat: ABORT MISSION!

 

Our position in Cock Ring Warehouse has been compromised! Repeat: Our position in Cock Ring Warehouse has been

 

compromised!

 

Position of Pudding Pop in Cock Ring Warehouse has been confirmed! Repeat: Position of Pudding Pop in Cock Ring

 

Warehouse has been confirmed!

 

Pippo is EN ROUTE from Chocolate Factory to Cock Ring Warehouse! Repeat: Pippo is EN ROUTE from Chocolate Factory to

 

Cock Ring Warehouse!

 

@@@###Cache of Buzz remains in Cock Ring Warehouse. Longwang presumed dead. Retreat to Yankee Candle for further

 

instruction.###@@@

 

###Terminate communication X285**OPBUZZKILL**###

[Tommy 0]

There were several months there in Yankee Candle when I thought we wouldn't make it. It was the winter of '95. We were hungry, just barely alive. General Gibril gave the orders, sure, but "Longwang" was the spiritual leader of our little ragtag band of spies and assassins. His was a void not soon to be filled, a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever; a place where a garden never grows. So we sat in that abandoned warehouse we called "Yankee Candle" for weeks, plotting our next move. We knew we had been discovered, but how? Then we received this message from the enemy combatants: .

 

We knew then that our super-secret code had been broken. We had our Asian computer whiz code guy Pocky create a new, unbreakable code. Having since been declassified, it can now be revealed: 1n2o3f4a5t6c7h8i9c0k1s. What we also knew was that our enemies were not as formidable as we had once believed. Pudding Pop and Pippo a.k.a. C*O*C*K*B*L*O*C*K* were just a couple of housecats. Housecats in ties, no less. And so it was that we rained bullets on those cats, enough to kill both past and future generations of cat, to the point were they didn't have a single atom left to call their own. We captured their cache of "Buzz," which, having also been declassified, can finally be revealed as having been this:.

 

Having insured that no one would subsequently know of the buzz on professional wrestling, I retired from the super-shadowy government agency I had worked for. I floundered for many years, not sure what one does when not engaged in ultra-secret covert operations. I hit rock bottom one night in a Radisson Inn. After cavorting with a stream of moderately-priced prostitutes, I found myself driving 'round and 'round the a hotel garage. I must have been touching close to 94. I knew then that I needed to turn my life around. Then, through a series of interesting events that I won't detail here, I became a well-known actor, star of such popular films as General Gerbil and The Longest Story Ever Told. I then became the president of the National Rifle Association, presiding over a period of almost unprecendented quiet from both fowl and deer. Now I am an old man and I will soon be dead. But I do not fear death. In fact, I welcome its icy embrace. For I have lived a full life, a grand life. I have protected my country--America, the most beautiful world in the world--and have bedded many women and killed many cats. So I leave you now and I suppose I shall want these as much as any others to be my last words:

 

and i know

that it's true

all the fire

has burned thru

well you know i've played

so hard

and the light

grows so dim

and my time's getting slim

all the words

just don't mean much

and i know i'm saying

goodbye

and i know that i'm going

down

to die

in my heart there's a wind

and it swirls up a din

it's so loud

it drowns my mind

till the coin that i pass

to the ferryman's grasp

lets me leave

my pain

behind

so i part

and i'm oh so cold

and i hope to release

my heart

better leave

while my song still calls

it's the truth

that i'm going

down

to die

 

 

The End

[jwest27 0]

what

[PUT THAT DICK IN MY MOUTH! 0]

This is the best thread.

[Gary Floyd 0]

[Tommy 0]

As it currently stands, this story is not fit to be posted on Literotica. Any suggestions as to where I might add some sexual intrigue?

[FroGG_NeaL 0]

yup.

and this thread is on some next level ish.

[PUT THAT DICK IN MY MOUTH! 0]

As it currently stands, this story is not fit to be posted on Literotica. Any suggestions as to where I might add some sexual intrigue?

 

Perhaps Pocky and "Longwang" could be having some kind of secret affair?

[Guest Vitamin X]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand

 

 

this thread is over.

[EVIL~! alkeiper 0]

I know it's a silly thread, but this is an area where threads are left open. Agent can step in if he feels differently.

[Guest Teal-y Dan]

I'm glad we got Pornodactyl out of it, though.

[Tommy 0]

I was told that my thread was closed for reasons stated by Vitamin X. Pterodactyl porn is not a reason. I wrote this whole "Twilight Zone"-type thing about waking up in a world in which everyone had the nickname "Scooter" and now it's gone. Fucking God be damned, I'm so pissed right now.

 

Anyway, thanks to Al and/or Czech for re-opening this thread. And VX: Lez be friends, you and I. I'm sorry if you don't like my thread, but rest assured that visiting it is not compulsory.

 

 

[Guest Vitamin X]

Pornodactyl is meant to be a thread-killer. I was only making sure your classified posts would not be tampered with, mysteryposterx.

[Maztinho 0]

If it means anything I read about Scooter.

 

We are all assholes.