How to kill an eel:

A little Johnny story


                     
          Little Johnny was 12 years-old and like other boys
     his age, rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit
     about "courting" from the older boys and he wondered what
     it was and how it was done. One day he took his questions
     to his mother who became rather flustered. Instead of
     explaining "things" to Johnny she told him to hide behind
     the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her
     boyfriend. This he did. The following morning Johnny
     described everything he saw to his mother...
          Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while,
     then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started
     kissing and hugging her, I figured sis must be getting
     sick because her face started looking funny. He must have
     thought so too because he put his hand inside her blouse
     to feel her heart, just like the doctor would. Except
     he's not as smart as the doctor, because he seemed to
     have trouble finding her heart.
          I guess he was getting sick too because pretty soon
     both of them started panting and getting all out of
     breath. His other hand must have been cold because he put
     it under her skirt. About this time sis got worse and
     began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down
     toward the end of the couch. This was when the fever
     started. I knew it was a fever because sis told him she
     was really hot.
          Finally, I found what was making them so sick - a
     big eel had gotten inside his pants somehow. It just
     jumped out of his pants and stood there, about ten inches
     long. Honest!! Anyway, he grabbed it in one hand to keep
     it from getting away.
          When sis saw it, she got really scared, her eyes got
     big and her mouth fell open and she started calling to
     God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one
     she'd ever seen - I should tell her about the ones down
     at the lake.
          Anyway, sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by
     biting its head off. All of a sudden she made a noise and
     let the eel go, I guess it bit her back. Then she grabbed
     it with both hands and held it tight while he took a
     muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the eel's
     head to keep it from biting again.
           Sis laid back and spread her legs so she could get
     a scissor-lock on it and he helped her by laying on top
     of the eel. The eel put up a helluva fight. Sis started
     moaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the
     couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel.
          After a while, they both quit moving and gave a
     great sigh. Her boyfriend got up and sure enough they had
     killed the eel. I knew it was dead because it just hung
     there limp, and some of its insides were hanging out. Sis
     and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle,
     but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging
     and kissing her again. By golly, the eel wasn't dead!!!
     It jumped straight up and started to fight again, I guess
     that eel's are like cat's they have nine lives or
     something.
          This time, sis jumped up and tried to kill the eel
     by sitting on it. After a 35 minute struggle they finally
     killed it again. I knew it was dead this time because I
     saw sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down
     the toilet!!
 

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