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Hot Horny Carmelite Nuns

When I was a young hellion we used to ride out White Bluff Road from our suburban prep school until it turned into Coffee Bluff Road. Then there was nothing but marsh and river and fiddler crabs. And Bob's Cafe, Bob being a Negro who knew he could sell beer to 15 and 16 year old crackers with impunity, and not get busted, because even the cops didn't go out to Coffee Bluff. And the Carmelite Monastery was there, of course. Here it are:

Man, that place was scary at night. Way the fuck back in the woods. But we figured, Hell, there has to be hot sexually repressed nuns there, right? Finger banging themselves, abusing vegetables, we were just what the doctor ordered!

So we would dare each other to run up that long, long driveway, and throw pebbles at windows. Hoping we found a sexually frustrated nun who looked like Julie Andrews, not Thurston Howell III.

No luck for me, ever. Saw a few of those nuns in the stores, though, later. Yeech! Glad I was never pulled into that place. I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, it's the beat down with the ugly stick that makes one a nun in the first place, Hollywood notwithstanding.

God damn, those were some ugly women. I'll bet Catfish did a few, though. Just a hunch. Ow! I said 'hunch!'

If I keep thinking about these nuns I may have to break left before too long.