Thursday, July 18, 2013

HOP ON MY BLOG!!!!! but take some dramamine first.....


FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN'....AND PIRATE DAVE IS ONE HELL OF A DREAM MAN....

In a perfect world, writers could just sit in their underpants and just write. Grunge rock would NEVER have died and Taylor Swift would be able to sing live, but alas, it is not a perfect world. Soooooo, I am a writer and a hooker. Relax your cracks, I don’t hook my forty-blah-blah-blah body, no, that would be alarming on so many levels, plus I don’t think Hot Hubby would approve. I hook my books! WOOHOO!
I have a deal for you and it doesn’t include a bridge. It’s a FREEEEEE book! PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES (Career Ending Romance Spoof), the story so many of you lovingly threatened me to write, is FREEEEEE!
It’s an eyeball burning, wet-your-pants hot mess of a parody and I hope it will make you laugh.
I haven’t had so much  fun writing anything. Ever. It’s not for the faint of heart and it’s NOT for anyone under 18. That being said, I think it’s hilarious on a very wrong level! If you’d like to singe your corneas, the links are at the bottom of the page. AND if you enjoy it or it makes you feel tingly or itchy, please leave a review. That’s part of my hooker talk. Sexy, right?
Here’s the blurb. Happy Reading! xoxo Robyn

PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES.............
After all was said and done, the disgusting novella meant to destroy a story stealing New York Time’s best-selling author’s career was successful. Rena Gunderschlict, an accountant with no discernible literary talent, and her band of adorable porno writing grannies came up with the worst piece of literature, (and I use that word loosely), that was ever written. Amazingly enough, it became a cult classic. Who in the hell knew there was an underground need to know and love a Time-Traveling Vampire Warlock with erectile dysfunction and his conjoined lady loves, Laverne and Shirley?
Apparently the need is there and now so is the full version of their story . . .

** Special Note from Author Robyn Peterman **
This is a spoof. A profane romance spoof not meant for anyone under 18. I was threatened lovingly and repeatedly by my readers to write the full version of Pirate Dave. He was born of the need to create a horrific career ending romance novel to destroy a really bad, nasty villainess . . . and Thank you Buddha in a tube top, it worked! I laughed my way through writing this and I hope you will enjoy this small slice of my warped brain. NO, this is not what I normally write, but I certainly had a good time penning it! If you want to read the real romance story, you’ll have to peruse HOW HARD CAN IT BE? You’ll find the first three chapters at the end of the hot mess you’re about to read . . . And now, I give you the career ending novella, (hopefully not mine) otherwise known as PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES. Check out my website for news on FASHIONABLY DEAD (coming August 2013) and the sequel to HOW HARD CAN IT BE? called SIZE MATTERS (available for pre order now!! YAY)   http://www.robynpeterman.com

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Friday, July 12, 2013

THE HIJACKED INTERVIEW OF NY TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR, DARYNDA JONES!!!!!!!!!!!


******** NOTE TO READERS....I have been hijacked by one of my creations. That’s right, Pirate Dave has interviewed Darynda Jones. He is very proud of his efforts, so I decided to let it go this time. What follows are the words and thoughts and desires of Dave...not me. Enjoy!!
xoxo Robyn


Due to the simple fact that my asswaffle creator seems to have a rather large girl-crush on you, Darynda, I have decided to take this interview into my own hands. I didn’t want it to be awkward for you and I worried she’d ask inappropriate questions. I have tied her up and put her in the closet where we keep the dog food. She will be fine and I will let her out with the firm promise that she will put me into her next three books. That is also something I would like to discuss with you, Darynda.
To get our audience is up to speed, I will be hitting on Darynda Jones today. She is the very attractive and multi-talented New York Times best selling author of the Charley Davidson series. The latest fantabulous addition to the series is FIFTH GRAVE PAST THE LIGHT. She has created a character named Charley that I would be delighted to have in my harem along with Darynda herself.
My name is Dave, Pirate Dave. I’m feeling rather randy about getting to dive into Darynda’s brilliant mind and possibly her pants, so I’ll get started here before I do something wildly inappropriate.

Darynda darling, may I call you snookie pants?
Pirate Dave, you may call me anything your sexy arse desires. I’ve dreamed of this moment since first I read about your randy adventures. You are a studly beast who makes the designers of skin-tight pirate pants proud, and I would kill for the opportunity to peel them off you. With my teeth. 

Wonderful, so, snookie pants, I understand that you have a new book out, FIFTH GRAVE PAST THE LIGHT. This arouses me greatly. Would you like to tell me a little about it?
I would love to. In Fifth Grave, Charley has a lot on her plate. She usually does, but this time around she has to deal with a group of murdered women who are terrified beyond reason and have invaded her apartment by the droves, a cheating spouse who may be more dangerous than she originally suspected, and a notorious new neighbor in the form of the sinfully hot Reyes Alexander Farrow. Yet with all this, she still has time to spy on her sister, dole out advice to a Deaf kid named Quentin, and tease the ever lovin’ out of her bestie, Cookie Kowalski. All in a day’s work for Charley Davidson. But it’s the sultry nights and steamy run-ins with her new neighbor that make Fifth Grave so fun. 
That being said, I’m sure she could make time for you, Dave. You know what they say, once you go Dave, you can’t behave. I would love to write that scene. 

That makes me hot and bothered. Is there a chance that we could kill off Reyes and replace him with me?
I hadn’t planned on Reyes’s demise, but for you, darling man, anything. Once Charley gets a piece of you, she may rethink that whole Reyes thing anyway. 

Charley is also the name of twenty-seven of my crew members. I am not attracted to them and three of them are in the brig right now for laughing at my assless leather chaps. Tell me about Charley’s name. Where did it come from and did you ever consider Davella or Davilina or Davey-Sue?
I was THIS close to calling her Davilina, but I am really digging Davey-Sue. Maybe in a future book the Mafia can put out a contract on her and she will be forced to go into Witness Protection where her new identity will be Davey-Sue Merriweather. One can hope! 

I enjoy writing in the nude at Starbucks. Tell me a bit about your writing process. Please focus on what you wear. I’ll need this information for when I shower later.
I can only imagine how fortunate the employees at Starbucks feel when you are “in the zone,” writing for hours nonstop. I prefer to write in my see-through PJ’s with a feather boa wrapped around my neck and a glass of wine on the stack of notes beside me. 

That will help me tremendously in the shower. Thank you. Besides reading every word you write, I like to stack your books up and balance them on my head when I’m working on my posture. How many more Charley books will I get to stack on my head?
You are in luck! The series is open-ended and the sky’s the limit. Or, well, my ability to type fast is the limit. I’m not that good. But hopefully there will be many more Charley books to place on your head soon. Is it wrong that I find that thought appealing? 

No that’s not wrong at all, my little snookum muffin, most things I do either make people horny or puke. I have been described as blindingly sexy and appallingly gross. What are three words you would use to describe Charley?  Smart alec comes to mind. Saucy. And lucky to have someone like you craving to get in her pants. 

Reyes? Dark, enigmatic, and replaceable if his replacement resembled you in any way.
Me? Sparkling, brilliant, god-like. 
Yourself? Spastic, odd-looking, a little too happy most of the time. 
My asswaffle creator, Robyn Peterman? Since she is my concubine and I am more than a little in lust with her, I’ll go with luminous, luscious, and totally doable. 
You write another series called the Darklight series. Tell me about that and do you think I could be written into this series?
It is a YA series about how one girl’s life is irrevocably changed when the Angel of Death starts high school in her small town and answers the question: What happens when the dark and dangerous Angel of Death is scheduled to take the life of the girl of his dreams? In a nutshell, chaos. You could most definitely be written into the series. It currently has no blindingly sexy pirates and is a lessor story for it. Any story, ANY STORY, would benefit with the presence of such brilliance. How much could even a cameo of you have benefited mundane stories like the Hunger Games? To Kill a Mockingbird? The Color Purple? 

 You humble me, snookalicious. I have always thought they missed the boat on cutting the pirate scene from The Color Purple, The Ten Commandments and Benji. You have been described by my asswaffle as one of the most talented, kind and funny authors she’s had the pleasure of calling a friend. And very generous with your time and support to other authors. What kind of advice can you give to aspiring authors?
Aw, she probably only says that because she is my sex slave, but I’ll take it! 

I often give the everyday advice, the whole ‘Never give up’ speech, but . . . No, that bears repeating. Never give up! Never ever ever! Keep learning and practicing your craft. If you are not selling, figure out why and fix it. 

But that’s not my advice. My advice is to think in bigger terms. Think high concept. You want to get people’s attention? Take a page out of Pirate Dave’s book and go big or go home. Write the story of your heart. There’s nothing wrong with that. Write it with fresh, crisp language, vivid imagery, tight sentences, but then do something that will hook your audience: Add a twist no one sees coming. THAT is your hook. THAT is what will get an agent’s attention. 


 I myself am an aspiring author. I have a fantastic idea and I’d like your input. I envision 47 and a half hairless shape shifters running a community theatre in a small town setting. They eat ticks and ice cream. They are violent and have been banned from most major cities. They plan to do a production of Old Calcutta and will hold a town duel to the death for all the leading roles. I’m having trouble with the romance part. Can you help me?
You certainly have the ‘fresh twist’ part down! I like it! I think the romance should evolve naturally. For example, perhaps our two wannabe lovers flirt playfully throughout the production. And then, during the dress rehearsal in which the fight to the death must be carried out to make sure it will “work” on the big stage, have your two leads slowly fall in love during the scene. Sadly, one will have to kill the other at the end, but it will be a beautiful death. I have a thing for death, in case you haven’t noticed. 

 Now for the good stuff.......Answer with the first thing that comes to your awesomely creative mind.
 Porkswords or cow tipping? Definitely porkswords! 
 Chocolate or potato chips? Chocolate. Preferably dark and dripping off your chest.
 Beer or wine? Wine. See above. 
 Assless chaps or stiletto heels? I am an assless kind of girl. 
 Naked breakdancing or naked grocery shopping? I’ll have to go with the grocery shopping as the last time I was breakdancing naked I got something lodged and it required a trip to the emergency room to have it dislodged. ER nurses can be really rude, by the way. I could understand the giggling, but the YouTube videos? I just felt they went too far. 
 Favorite color? Baby aspirin orange. 
 Favorite movie? Has not been made yet. It’s about a randy pirate named Dave. 
 Writing inspirations? You
 Laverne or Shirley? Both. I’m that good. 

 If you could ask your readers anything at all, what would you like to know about them? From their answers we will choose one and a half and a half winners to receive a copy of your new book and a copy of my asswaffles book as well. I would love to know how often they fantasize about you. I need a comparison to see if I’m over-fantasizing or if I’m about par for the course. And prizes! Woot! 

Darynda, thank you for your time and for showing me a glimpse of your bra. 
My bra is the better for it. 

You are one of my asswaffle’s idols and she will be pissed when she learns I hijacked her interview. I think I did a better job than she could have done and she will realize this or I will leave her in the dog food room. 
As my concubine, she is used to be locked in small rooms or else. And she’s really good at the ‘or else’ part. A more delicious concubine has never existed. 

Do you have a parting shot or anything else you’d like to add? When can we meet? I have a gallon-sized jug of canola oil and a spatula just itching for some action. 
I will pencil you in for a date next Thursday. *swoons*




Blurb:
Never underestimate the power of a woman
on a double espresso with a mocha latte chaser high.
—T-shirt
Charley Davidson isn’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill grim reaper.  She’s more of a paranormal private eye/grim reaper extraordinaire.  However, she gets sidetracked when the sexy, sultry son of Satan, Reyes Farrow, moves in next door. To further complicate matters, Reyes is her main suspect in an arson case.  Charley has vowed to stay away from him until she can find out the truth…but then dead women start appearing in her apartment, one after another, each lost, confused, and terrified beyond reason.  When it becomes apparent that her own sister, Gemma, is the serial killer’s next target Charley has no choice but to ask for Reyes’ help.  Arsonist or not, he’s the one man alive who could protect Gemma no matter who or what came at her. But he wants something in return. Charley. All of her, body and soul. And to keep her sister safe, it is a price she is willing to pay.
Charley Davidson is at it again in Fifth Grave Past the Light, the sexy, suspenseful, and laugh-out-loud funny fifth installment of the New York Times bestselling series by Darynda Jones.




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Friday, June 28, 2013

BLOGGIN' WITH SOME BABES!!!!!!!!! YEEHAW!


Bloggin’ with some cool babes......
Blogs are awesome ways to find new authors and when I was asked to join these gals in a little hop, I readily agreed! This is truly one of the ways I’ve discovered new fun authors, so make sure you check these Hot Mammas out!!! Register yourself for the $50 dollar gift card and then you can go buy everyones books!!! YAY! I have decided to regale you guys with the bizarre start of my writing career....I don’t really recommend this unless you want to get a lovely case of shingles after you finish. Although, if I had it to do over, I would probably do the same thing!! BUT, I’m insane.

The crazy, mixed-up tale of how my first
book came to be – also known as, WTF? 
I'm getting published.

I’ve been asked how I got published. The answer is simple...I lied. That’s right, I lied.
I wouldn’t recommend it, although it worked for me. It certainly could have blown up in my face, but wether it was sheer will and determination or dumb luck, I’ll never know. Here’s how it went...
     I pitched a very unfinished novel (as if it were done) to major NY publishers and agents at a writers conference in Chicago. I was shocked, delighted and appalled that everyone I pitched to asked for a full manuscript. After a brief and hopefully unnoticeable panic attack, I very logically explained to them that I needed to get the book professionally edited (real meaning--write it) and would have it to them in three weeks. What the hell did I have to lose? My sanity had been gone for years.
     Having been an actor for umpteen decades came in handy. Clearly, pretending to smell delicious imaginary aromas in commercial auditions and becoming one with my inner lawn gnome in acting class, made my fear of telling ginormous lies nonexistent.
     The next part of the story goes like this...I went home and wrote it. I didn’t sleep for three weeks, my family ate a lot of peanut butter and jelly and no one in the house had any clean underpants. I loved every minute of it. I ended up with several offers and went with a two book deal with Kensington Publishing.
    That’s my crazy story, but the real answer to getting published is to write. Just write. Everyday. Every writer I’ve had the good fortune to know says the same thing. Oh, and read...tons.

At this very moment I have two books out, HOW HARD CAN IT BE? and PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANY ADVENTURES (Career Ending Romance Spoof). FASHIONABLY DEAD will be coming out in August and the sequel to HOW HARD CAN IT BE? called SIZE MATTERS comes out in December!!! WOOHOO! All of these are great beach reads and I hope you’ll try them out!

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Friday, May 31, 2013

One Happy Ending Coming Right Up: FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN'...........

One Happy Ending Coming Right Up: FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN'...........: FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN' In a perfect world, writers could just sit in their underpants and just write. Grunge rock would NEVER...

FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN'...........


FREE IS GOOD. JUST SAYIN'

In a perfect world, writers could just sit in their underpants and just write. Grunge rock would NEVER have died and Taylor Swift would be able to sing live, but alas, it is not a perfect world. Soooooo, I am a writer and a hooker. Relax your cracks, I don’t hook my forty-blah-blah-blah body, no, that would be alarming on so many levels, plus I don’t think Hot Hubby would approve. I hook my books! WOOHOO!
I have a deal for you and it doesn’t include a bridge. It’s a FREEEEEE book! PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES (Career Ending Romance Spoof), the story so many of you lovingly threatened me to write, is FREEEEEE!
It’s an eyeball burning, wet-your-pants hot mess of a parody and I hope it will make you laugh.
I haven’t had so much  fun writing anything. Ever. It’s not for the faint of heart and it’s NOT for anyone under 18. That being said, I think it’s hilarious on a very wrong level! If you’d like to singe your corneas, the links are at the bottom of the page. AND if you enjoy it or it makes you feel tingly or itchy, please leave a review. That’s part of my hooker talk. Sexy, right?
Here’s the blurb. Happy Reading! xoxo Robyn

PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES.............
After all was said and done, the disgusting novella meant to destroy a story stealing New York Time’s best-selling author’s career was successful. Rena Gunderschlict, an accountant with no discernible literary talent, and her band of adorable porno writing grannies came up with the worst piece of literature, (and I use that word loosely), that was ever written. Amazingly enough, it became a cult classic. Who in the hell knew there was an underground need to know and love a Time-Traveling Vampire Warlock with erectile dysfunction and his conjoined lady loves, Laverne and Shirley?
Apparently the need is there and now so is the full version of their story . . .
** Special Note from Author Robyn Peterman **
This is a spoof. A profane romance spoof not meant for anyone under 18. I was threatened lovingly and repeatedly by my readers to write the full version of Pirate Dave. He was born of the need to create a horrific career ending romance novel to destroy a really bad, nasty villainess . . . and Thank you Buddha in a tube top, it worked! I laughed my way through writing this and I hope you will enjoy this small slice of my warped brain. NO, this is not what I normally write, but I certainly had a good time penning it! If you want to read the real romance story, you’ll have to peruse HOW HARD CAN IT BE? You’ll find the first three chapters at the end of the hot mess you’re about to read . . . And now, I give you the career ending novella, (hopefully not mine) otherwise known as PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES. Check out my website for news on FASHIONABLY DEAD (coming August 2013) http://www.robynpeterman.com

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Friday, May 24, 2013

SQUEEHAW, COMPUTER ADVICE AND RANDY PIRATES..........


Praise Buddha and Old Presidents.

As many of you might be aware, I am dispensing computer advice and was sent a brilliant question. I would like to share the question and my answer. I realize my methods are somewhat unorthodox, but desperate times call for ridiculous measures. Feel free to ask any technical question you have. If I don't know the answer, I will make it up. 
xoxo Robyn

Question from Jowanna: I need to write html into my blogger post to make it look more like a page instead of a blog. Any advice?

Answer from me: Yes, Jowanna, I do have advice. You need to cut and paste as many html's and dfmt's as you can in thirty minutes or less. Drink two full sugared cokes and say twelve curse words in Spanish. Then turn off your computer for two minutes and thirty-seven seconds and pray to Buddha and George Washington. If this doesn't work try swearing in Cantonese instead of Spanish.


Question from Wanda: Was Skype invented by the devil? And how in the hell do you use it?

Answer from me: Actually, Wanda, it was invented by two of his minions, Tom and Kevin. They have horns and tremendously stinky breath. As to how to use this, log into Skype and press all the keys down on your computer at the same time. Wear something white and pray to David Hasselhoff. If this doesn’t work, pray to Scott Baio.


I had a lovely conversation with Sharon...

Comment from Sharon: For the first time I am disappointed not to have a Mac. Knowing an expert such as yourself is there to help makes me feel a little more comfortable with the idea of owning one someday.

Comment from me: First of all, Sharon, thank you for the lovely compliment. I’m used to more profanity when people speak of my technical skills. I know little to nothing about PC's, but my sound advice applies to all computers ever made. This also includes phones, TV remotes and DVD players.

Sharon: Maybe I can give my mother your contact information. She often finds ways to get her computer to do things I don't know how to fix. Do you think you can teach her how to use the address bar? I've been trying for 12 years unsuccessfully.

Me: Tell her to yell at it. It will feel really good and often times will yell right back at you. If it uses foul language, pour pure lemon juice into all the little holes in the back of your computer. Deactivate all of your fire alarms.

Sharon: She seriously calls me to ask if she should click yes or no. She also loses her home page. Can you teach her how to keep it from wandering off?

Me: Super Glue works well and if it runs away again I suggest shooting it in the foot. That would be the lower left or right hand corner. Tell her to wear goggles and to wrap her arms in tin foil.


I am excited about the new path I am taking. I blame author JM Madden completely and you can too. She bought a Mac and asked me a question which I answered with so much profanity, we almost peed our pants....and then she suggested I impart my knowledge (or lack there of) to the world. So I did...am...will.
If you have a question, I will be happy to answer it. BUT I’m even happier to tell you that PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES (Career Ending Romance Spoof) is launching into cyberspace as I write. It’s already FREEEEE on KOBO and is .99 cents on Amazon! Hopefully when it goes free on all the channels (Apple, Sony, B&N etc) Amazon will price match it!! But if you’d like to burn your eyeballs out of your head for .99 cents please have at it!! Here’s the blurb and the link!!

PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES (Career Ending Romance Spoof)

After all was said and done, the disgusting novella meant to destroy a story stealing New York Time’s best-selling author’s career was successful. Rena, an accountant with no discernible literary talent, and her band of adorable porno writing grannies came up with the worst piece of literature, (and I use that word loosely), that was ever written. Amazingly enough, it became a cult classic. Who in the hell knew there was an underground need to know and love a Time-Traveling Vampire Warlock with erectile dysfunction and his conjoined lady loves, Laverne and Shirley?
Apparently the need is there and now so is the full version of their story . . .

** Special Note from Author Robyn Peterman **
This is a spoof. A profane romance spoof not meant for anyone under 18. I was threatened lovingly and repeatedly by my readers to write the full version of Pirate Dave. He was born of the need to create a horrific career ending romance novel to destroy a really bad, nasty villainess . . . and Thank you Buddha in a tube top, it worked! I laughed my way through writing this and I hope you will enjoy this small slice of my warped brain. NO, this is not what I normally write, but I certainly had a good time penning it! If you want to read the real romance story, you’ll have to peruse HOW HARD CAN IT BE? You’ll find the first three chapters at the end of the hot mess you’re about to read . . . And now, I give you the career ending novella, (hopefully not mine) otherwise known as PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES.





Friday, May 10, 2013

FOR 18 AND OVER!! MUST HAVE QUESTIONABLE MATURITY LEVEL AND BAWDY SENSE OF HUMOR.....


Allrightyroo, since I can’t figure out MailChimp (my mail letter) and it’s giving me hemorrhoids I shall post part of Pirate Dave in my blog!!! Squeeehaw!!

Just got back from a week at the Romantic Times Reader Writer Convention in Kansas City MO and it rocked!! Sat in on amazing classes and lectures with some of my favorite authors and had a lovely meeting with my publisher. Did several signings and found out a have my own little posse of fan-girls!!! I am convinced one of the gals thinks Shoshanna Lehump is a real person.....I considered defining the word fiction, but felt that might have been rude. Soooo, I answered her questions with lots of phrases like “Holy Cow!” “Amazing!” and “Huh!”

Due to my inconveniently broken foot, I rode my knee scooter everywhere and looked like a dork, but it was fun. Any time I could find a ramp, I took it at top speed!! I do believe I drove my buddies, authors JM Madden and Kris Calvert, to drink!! P.S. Thank you Kris and JM. I would have been screwed without all of your help!

So as requested, demanded, desired and pled for...here is Chapter One of PIRATE DAVE AND HIS RANDY ADVENTURES.

But first a quick authors note---This is NOT for readers under 18. EVER!

COMING SOON

Pirate Dave & His Randy Adventures
After all was said and done, the disgusting novella meant to destroy a story stealing NY Time’s best-selling author’s career was successful. Rena Gunderschlict, an accountant with no discernible literary talent, and her band of adorable porno writing grannies came up with the worst piece of literature, (and I use that word loosely), that was ever written. Amazingly enough, it became a cult classic. Who in the hell knew there was an underground need to know and love a Time Traveling Vampire Warlock with erectile dysfunction and his conjoined lady loves, Laverne and Shirley.  Apparently the need was there and now so is the full version of their story.  And so this spoof was spawned. A laugh so hard you wet your pants profane parody, meant for those with an open mind and questionable maturity level. Pirate Dave was born of the need to create a horrific career-ending romance novel to destroy a really bad, nasty villainess. If you want to read the REAL romance story, you’ll have to peruse How Hard Can It Be? 

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CHAPTER ONE
          “Jesus Christ in a miniskirt,” Pirate Dave bellowed as the violent wind blew his matted hair into his eyes practically blinding him. Why the hell did a storm blow up every time he was about to get laid? The ship bucked like a horny bronco on the choppy green sea. The sky burned with a raging passion that rivaled his Johnson in his breeches. He grabbed the railing of the ship for purchase. “What in the hell is going on?”
          “An earthquake,” squealed Crooked Jim, “and it’s a mother fucker!”
          The motley crew scampered around the deck like clumsy asshole ninjas. They shrieked like girls and ran for cover.
          “I don’t have time for this shit,” Dave muttered as he grabbed the wheel of the ship and headed for port.
           The sea might have been angry, but the land was no kinder...The ground groaned and buckled beneath his boots. If that three-eyed fortune teller was yanking his chain, he would personally remove his man-bits with a dull knife. That stinky bastard had sworn Dave would find the most beautiful horny woman in the world...right here in Sydney, Australia. Of course the asshat had forgotten to mention that Dave would have to fight a deadly earthquake to reach his poontang. Whatever. He’d faced much worse. Like the hairless Catholic hookers who shape shifted into sex-addicted groundhogs. They posed as nuns by day. The convent doubled as a bordello. He’d had many randy, yet life threatening, nights with those bible thumping whores. Ahh, good times. Good times.
          Pirate Dave, followed by part of his trusty crew, Hairy Sam and Hook, walked right into the mansion described by the fortune teller. He spit on his hand and slicked his greasy hair back while quickly diving to his right to avoid the chandelier falling from the ceiling. Jesus Christ, why in the hell hadn’t that stupid seer given him a weather report. Was that too fucking much to ask?
          “Where is she?” Hairy Sam yelled as the roof began to cave in.
          “The fuck if I know,” Pirate Dave shouted, hopping over empty broken chairs and empty broken tables. “Let’s try upstairs.”
          “There are no stairs,” Hook said pointing at the splintered mass of lumber that somewhat resembled steps. “Let’s get out of here!”
          “Absolutely not,” Pirate Dave roared. “I am a Time-Traveling Vampire Warlock! Stairs are for assmonkeys!”
          Hairy Sam and Hook trembled in abject terror and wonder as Dave flew up the former staircase like a drunken bat. Last time Dave had flown, he’d accidentally time-travelled to the prehistoric era and had almost mated with a dinosaur. Dave came to his senses when he realized the dinosaur had no breasts. Unable to get a woody for a scaly reptile with no bosom, Dave time-traveled back before he got eaten.
          Dave sniffed the air, hoping for a whiff of a horny gal. “Son of a bitch,” he choked out, getting two nostrils full of crumbling plaster. “This sucks.”
          He blew his nose on his sleeve and then ran through the hallway at vampire speed looking for his prize. The mansion was falling down around him. Literally. 
          He froze. His skin flute tingled and itched like a gnarly case of the shingles...
          A locked door. The scent of not one, but two horny babes. Things were looking up.
          Dave got down on his knees and peered through the keyhole. Holy hell, they were twins. Bodacious, red-headed twins. Bursting forth from their kelly green corsets, were two pairs of tremendous fun bags. They held each other lovingly, gazing into each other’s eyes. Fuck, that was hot. Pirate Dave had always dreamt about a three-way with identical twins. He was going to buy that fortune teller something really great, like a David Hasslehoff album or a complete season of Baywatch tapes. It was difficult to hear the girls, but Dave was a freakin’ vampire and could hear a pin drop in a hurricane.
          “I had no idea he was a mime. He gave me his number, but I think it’s in brail,” the sexy one on the left said.
          “Occasionally I forget how mentally unstable you are, and then you speak,” the hot one, with lovely melons, on the right replied.
          “Thank you.” Lefty smiled and stroked her sister’s cheek. “I’d really like to boink a vampire. I’ve heard they have buttons on their testicles.”
          “You really need to get a handle on your chemical imbalance,” Righty snapped. “I say these things because I care.”
          “Seriously?” Lefty giggled. “The buttons come in handy if they suck out too much of your blood.”
          “What if he’s a zombie?”
          Were these chicks for real? Pirate Dave stroked his woodchuck and strained to hear more.
          “I don’t know anything about zombies,” Lefty said, “but if you fornicate with a vamp, make sure you’re cupping his balls the entire time. The button on the right is the erection button and the button on the left is the weenie deflator. If you forget to cup the nut sack just knee the vamp in the testes. The buttons are extremely sensitive so you’re bound to activate one.”
          “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but what if you hit the erection button instead of the weenis killer?” Righty asked with an eye roll.
          Dave reached into his breeches and examined his balls. Wait! Where in the hell were his buttons? He was a fucking vampire for shit’s sake. He shoved his porksword to the side to get a better feel of his scrodie sac. Damn it, no buttons. What the hell?
          “Don’t worry, a double knee to the hard-on button will cause the vamps wiener to shrink to the size of a midget sweet pickle. It takes six months and four days for it to grow back to size. Most humans don’t have this info, so consider yourself privileged.” 
          “Again, I like to state that you are an insult to my intelligence and if I could kill you without dying myself...I would do it in a heartbeat,” Righty informed Lefty.
          Dave had never been so turned on in his life and he’d been around for six hundred years. He had to get those sex kittens out of the house before it fell down for real and they died. He was no necrophiliac. 
          With a mighty heave he busted down the door, scaring the crap out of the girls and causing an avalanche of plaster and stone to fall. He could barely see his new girlfriends, but he was blessed with super-sonic smelling abilities and sniffed his way across the room.
          “Who in the hell is that?” Lefty screamed in a voice that made Pirate Dave wince.
          “I have no clue,” Righty shrieked above the din, “but he’s hot in a hairy, gross, unclean way.”
          “Come with me,” Dave yelled. “I will save you and we will have a threesome!”
          “What did he say?” Lefty asked.
          “He’s going to save us and his name is Liam Neeson.”
          “The one with the big...”
          The mansion groaned and came apart at an alarming rate. The hot, large hootered babes screamed and reached for Dave.
          “Hold on to each other,” he shouted. “This is going to be a bumpy ride.”
          “Like we have any other choice,” Lefty muttered in disgust.
          Dave had no clue what she meant because all of his blood had moved out of his brain and down to his painfully humongous flesh trombone. He needed to get his gals out of there and back to his cabin. Pronto.


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