<strong>Vern ~ dragging hot to trot </strong><br/><br/>Vern shoved the door open. It hit the wall solidly and swung back half way before falling to the floor. The multitude that had been hiding behind Throckbottle  leaping in scrambling panic over each other like a herd of gazelles and fled to the far corner of the room.<br/><br/>Vern watched and licked his lips. Rolled the tooth pick around in his mouth and grunted as he stepped on the door.  It creaked in agony.<br/><br/>Vern surveyed the room briefly. There was a fuckin pencil at the stool sucking  air from a paper bag. Then there was a bitch, head to the floor while someone was drilling her with his fingers. Vern grinned broadly as Moussad called to him from behind the bitch.<br/><br/>"Hey, raghead," Vern began ignoring Evie for the moment.<br/><br/>"You're dick got stuck in a camel on your way here and you forgot how to fuck or what?" Vern asked not the least bit concerned.<br/><br/>"If you drilling for oil your using the wrong equipment on the wrong hole," Vern added with a smirk.<br/><br/>Let that fuckin sheep fucker figure that out.<br/><br/>"Happy I not see you so soon too, fuck you mudder," Moussad replied.<br/><br/>"Too bad you almost kill whirling dervish. Now maybe no one dance okay. Good job!" Moussad said cheefully.<br/><br/>Vern snapped his head to the stick with the brown paper bag. "That dick weed is the dance guy?"<br/><br/>"You betcha," Moussad called out before planting a couple of kisses on Madison's hot red ass.<br/><br/>He jerked Evie's chain, "You dance, then I'll split that cunt, and not before. So tuck that dripping slit between them thighs an get one of those bitches to mark your feet L an R while I go talk to the Door Guard."<br/><br/>Vern dropped Evie's leash and stepped off towards the stool.