An archeologist was out digging recently and found this.
This was the first story posted on kramtoad.com.
Enjoy.
-K
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12/13/2001 3:42 PM
virtual kick
Someone at a Yahoo Club said he was in need of a good kick.
Not being able to do it in person I wrote this for him.
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Mike is sitting on the steps of his front porch
on a bright spring day. The warm sun shines on
Mike’s exposed chest warming him. Mike’s eyes
are closed and he is half asleep.
Up the sidewalk strolls Kramtoad. He stops and yells
out ‘Hey, Mike, man!” Mikes eyes slowly open and
thinks “huh? Who are you?” Mike stands up and
climbs down the stairs to the sidewalk. Kramtoad
walks up to Mike and say “Mike! I haven’t seen you
for years!” Mike, still confused, responds “Do I
know you?” Kramtoad smiles, grabs Mike’s biceps,
stares him right in the eyes and says “No, but you
will never forget me!”.
Kramtoad gives Mike’s biceps a good hard squeeze and
then with all his strength drives his right knee
into the bulge in Mike’s jeans.
Mike lets out a sharp “ah” as his nads explode. He
starts to fall as his legs collapse but Kramtoad
holds him up. Mike is in a world of hurt, he reaches
for his crotch but Kramtoad plants a knee there first.
Kramtoad lets go of Mike. Mike falls to his knees and
then forward with his ass sticking up in the air with
his legs spread just wide enough…
Kramtoad walks around behind Mike and gives him another
swift kick in the nads. (Shots from behind are always
the best, aren’t they?) Mike lets out an “Oooaaaahh”,
rolls on to his side and passes out.
Having performed his service, Kramtoad wanders off down
the street. He pulls out his list entitled “Guys to
Virtually Kick” and puts a check next to Mike’s name.