He likes it down in the hole. I remodeled it a few months ago.. Remilled redheart pine floors.. better soundproofing for his "guests" when they scream and moan, new leather restraints on the "special chair".. and best of all free wifi!
i awoke to find myself shackeled to the floor. donned in knee pads and a belt sander close by, i soon realized i was being whipped by blues to the tune of "sand the floors bitch!". after of hours of backbreaking sanding of redheart pine floors, i was able to pick the locks and escape my sweaty tomb of horrors while blues was out on one of his mescal runs. it took me a while to hitch a ride as nobody seemed to fond of picking up a hitchiker dressed in workboots with knee high tubesocks, kneepads, a jock strap and red bandana headband.
Picked up grungy strange man along side of the road. Looked as if he had long drinking binge in the woods with a bunch of hunters for the weekend. He opened door of my SUV and made his bare rear sit on a towel i the front seat. He turned his head to speak. Neeeeeed waaatter, he uttered. I looked closely at his dusty face and into his eyes. OMG!!! It's nimmot!
blues....so....the whole time you are the creepy man from the basement. How could you?
Nimmot! So glad your back! You okay! Did that dirty man make you do horrible deeds?