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Posted on January 25, 2007
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“African?”

“No.”

“Mongolian?”

“Mongolian? Dude where the fuck you getting Mongolian from?”

“I don’t know, Chinese?”

“Dude, let me just make this easy for you and strike out all of the Far East yeah?”

“I don’t know, European.”

“Man you suck at this game, y’know that?”

“Yeah whatever.”

They were walking slowly because the heat wouldn’t allow it any other way. However, in direct contrast to the street temperature as well as the attire of everyone else on the street, they were dressed in loose-fitting hoodies and big baggy trousers. Two young men from the rougher part of town, wandering along streets that might have refused them access in a more segregated country. They were so engrossed in the d-book though that they didn’t notice where they were. Elijah tapped his finger on the zoom icon to enlarge the picture.

“This right here is a hybrid. They took the ass of a fine black woman and gave her the tits of a super-sized Scandinavian, the lips of an Indian princess and the skin of a Latina scorcher. This is what you get when you hybridize.”

“How the hell do you know?”

“Man look around you, do you see a girl like this walking the streets? These are special. Only for nudie magazines and super expensive sex. You can’t have girls like this roaming the streets! The men would be like animals around her and they’d kill all the normal girls because they ain’t like this.”

“Is it just me or are you feeling hot as well?”

“Yeah.”

They finally look up from the d-book long enough to realize that they aren’t in their usual part of town. The first rich woman that passes them on the street is wearing a lime green bikini and diamonds on every finger. She walks by as if she doesn’t even see them. Expensive cars zip by at very high speeds.

They see another impossibly beautiful woman walk by. They can do little to prevent themselves from staring. And just like that an almost steady stream of incredibly beautiful women dress in little other than skimpy swimwear and expensive jewelry sashay down the street in both directions.

The one with the d-book speaks without taking his eyes off the passing pulchritude, “Man I feel like doing something incredibly stupid.”

“Like what?”

It involves getting down with any one of these fine females.”

They exchange glances. One of them looks at the image of the woman in the d-book and a expression of fear crosses both their faces, ““Man, we in the wrong neighbourhood.”

“No shit!”

“Let’s get out of here.”

The one with the knapsack stuffs the d-book inside, ensures that it is firmly secured and then they begin to run. They turn the first corner at high speed and just keep going.

“We gotta watch where we going man, that was close.”

“For sure! Now shut up and run.”

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