So much Sankie crap on here and it's gotten so old. Well I want to discuss another phenomenon I encountered on the North Coast last week. It was a Chupacabra.
It was nighttime and rainy as I left the casino in Puerto Plata and made the drive back to Sosua. The combination of heavy rains, a poor road and several grandes swimming in my head made the trip very difficult and I had to drive slowly. As I drove through the sugarcane fields near Monte Llano, I saw two piercing red lights on the sight of the road. I realized they were eyes. As I eased closer, I saw the figure. Was it a Sankie??? No, it was the dreaded Chupacabra. I was intrigued and drunk so I rolled down my window and the Chupacabra approached. "Are you a Sankie", I asked? "Why", answered the Chupa, "Are you a fat Canadian woman"?? "No", I replied as the Chupacabra displayed his fangs and I felt the bulge in my pants growing. "Can I come back to your hotel ?", asked the Chupa. "Yes, get in I said". He did and we sped off toward Sosua. Along the way, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and made me feel as if I were the luckiest man in the world. He described the resort he worked in and the fact that he had no money, but I did not care because I was sure he could dance. He asked me if there was a western union in "Nueba Yol" and I replied in the affirmitive. How had I gotten so lucky? My very own Chupacabra. Well, I wont get into the rest of the details but lets just say that I have never had better sex in my life. Now I am back home and miss him so. I am sorry to cut the post short but I have to run to the western Union because Camilo ( my Chupacabra), just e-mailed me to say his mother is in the hospital and he needs $50.00. How did I ever become so lucky? I love my Chupacabra.
Larry
It was nighttime and rainy as I left the casino in Puerto Plata and made the drive back to Sosua. The combination of heavy rains, a poor road and several grandes swimming in my head made the trip very difficult and I had to drive slowly. As I drove through the sugarcane fields near Monte Llano, I saw two piercing red lights on the sight of the road. I realized they were eyes. As I eased closer, I saw the figure. Was it a Sankie??? No, it was the dreaded Chupacabra. I was intrigued and drunk so I rolled down my window and the Chupacabra approached. "Are you a Sankie", I asked? "Why", answered the Chupa, "Are you a fat Canadian woman"?? "No", I replied as the Chupacabra displayed his fangs and I felt the bulge in my pants growing. "Can I come back to your hotel ?", asked the Chupa. "Yes, get in I said". He did and we sped off toward Sosua. Along the way, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and made me feel as if I were the luckiest man in the world. He described the resort he worked in and the fact that he had no money, but I did not care because I was sure he could dance. He asked me if there was a western union in "Nueba Yol" and I replied in the affirmitive. How had I gotten so lucky? My very own Chupacabra. Well, I wont get into the rest of the details but lets just say that I have never had better sex in my life. Now I am back home and miss him so. I am sorry to cut the post short but I have to run to the western Union because Camilo ( my Chupacabra), just e-mailed me to say his mother is in the hospital and he needs $50.00. How did I ever become so lucky? I love my Chupacabra.
Larry