"Enough of this nonsense," yelled Mitchell. "It's ratings. We need RATINGS!!!"
Mitchell understood quite well that sex sells. But how, how to have steamy hot sex on the internet without getting put in the SI doghouse. Just then he remembered that this was 1982. He had been transported here voluntarily by a British time machine whose stock he had invested in in 1998, after reading about it in Cousin Shorty's newsletter:
Message 4904906
He wasn't married, he had no children, and he knew it was just a matter of months before he would be dumped by his then current girlfriend. "Oh, what the heck," he told himself as he tore off his clothes.
Muffy's jaw dropped to the floor. "OH MY," she squealed, "Another person with the big letters 'FBNA' on their manhood."
"No," replied Mitchell, "That says 'Forever Be Not Ambivalent'. In a few seconds you'll be able to read it for yourself."
A few seconds later the two of them were on each other like thread lice on an Robert H. Ulrich stock pick. The site of the two of them was too much to bear for the nurses who were already dripping with anticipation.
"For the ratings," the blond nurse said. "Yes, today SI, tomorrow the Howard Stern Show," the brunette replied as they dove into each others arms. |
