Harv
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This is a helluva thread, let me tell ya, but the damnedest thing is the irony, as for all the hate speak being spewed 'round these parts, Ricky is probably the most racially welcoming fella I ever knew. Back in the day, the Fiesta Fox bedded birds of damn near every stripe of the spectrum -- white, black, brown, red, yellow. Didn't matter to Ricky. Pointed out that once you got access to the ol' door of life, they were all the same color on the inside, at least the healthy ones.
Foxy had a real good thing going with this one Afro-American broad. Can't remember her name, but it had not one, but two apostrophes in it, which I always thought was pretty nifty. This gal worked for the City, collecting water bills. The Reynolda Raiders were delinquent one time paying a bill, on account that Kreebie's old man used to take care of that for us, but he got fed up one month when he dropped by the Barn unexpectedly and discovered Ricky all hopped up on frydaddy, ranting to no one in particular about how he was going to get rich by inventing the first wristwatch with 24 hours on it instead of just 12. That way you'd always know when you were in the a.m. and the p.m. Made sense to me, but Kreebie's pop wasn't amused.
Anyway, Foxy felt bad that he was responsible for the bill not being paid, so he volunteered to handle negotiations with the City to get the H2O flowing again. Marched right down to City Hall where he met this Nubian broad and, as you can guess, she was immediately taken by Foxy's easy charm. So they got to screwing pretty quick, which was a nice deal for us Raiders since it meant we got our service restored without having to cough up any extra dough. Ricky's pecker was all the payment she required. And, let me tell ya, that being the case, this broad was living high on the hog. The Fiesta Fox loved poking her. Not to get overly blue on you youngsters, but Foxy used to joke about how he loved finishing on her. Said the contrast of his white oyster gravy on her dark bosom was like one of those Ansel Adams photos. Majestic.
She and Foxy had a solid run, but like all good things, it eventually reached its natural terminus. Turned out the Reynolda Raiders weren't the only citizens benefiting from this type of special arrangement. In fact, this broad was getting it from men all over Winston-Salem in exchange for free agua. Eventually one of the suits in City Hall noticed the discrepancy between the department's finances and the shockingly low level of the Yadkin River. From there, it wasn't hard to put 2-and-2 together. Quite the scandal. Damn near bankrupted the City, which pleased Foxy to no end since he never had forgiven the bastards for shuttering the Dirty. Let that be a lesson to you all -- Ricky savors revenge and he never, ever forgets. If you've wronged him, either here on his boards or in life, you'd best make it right lest you incite the wrath of the Fiesta Fox.
Foxy had a real good thing going with this one Afro-American broad. Can't remember her name, but it had not one, but two apostrophes in it, which I always thought was pretty nifty. This gal worked for the City, collecting water bills. The Reynolda Raiders were delinquent one time paying a bill, on account that Kreebie's old man used to take care of that for us, but he got fed up one month when he dropped by the Barn unexpectedly and discovered Ricky all hopped up on frydaddy, ranting to no one in particular about how he was going to get rich by inventing the first wristwatch with 24 hours on it instead of just 12. That way you'd always know when you were in the a.m. and the p.m. Made sense to me, but Kreebie's pop wasn't amused.
Anyway, Foxy felt bad that he was responsible for the bill not being paid, so he volunteered to handle negotiations with the City to get the H2O flowing again. Marched right down to City Hall where he met this Nubian broad and, as you can guess, she was immediately taken by Foxy's easy charm. So they got to screwing pretty quick, which was a nice deal for us Raiders since it meant we got our service restored without having to cough up any extra dough. Ricky's pecker was all the payment she required. And, let me tell ya, that being the case, this broad was living high on the hog. The Fiesta Fox loved poking her. Not to get overly blue on you youngsters, but Foxy used to joke about how he loved finishing on her. Said the contrast of his white oyster gravy on her dark bosom was like one of those Ansel Adams photos. Majestic.
She and Foxy had a solid run, but like all good things, it eventually reached its natural terminus. Turned out the Reynolda Raiders weren't the only citizens benefiting from this type of special arrangement. In fact, this broad was getting it from men all over Winston-Salem in exchange for free agua. Eventually one of the suits in City Hall noticed the discrepancy between the department's finances and the shockingly low level of the Yadkin River. From there, it wasn't hard to put 2-and-2 together. Quite the scandal. Damn near bankrupted the City, which pleased Foxy to no end since he never had forgiven the bastards for shuttering the Dirty. Let that be a lesson to you all -- Ricky savors revenge and he never, ever forgets. If you've wronged him, either here on his boards or in life, you'd best make it right lest you incite the wrath of the Fiesta Fox.
