one day at concentration camp Greenlake it was v hot. itd idn't seem to haem any shade cloubs inthe sky -four the twentieth day in a ro; Chubley noted. this was vrey misturbing to his sun-baked pecker. eh would have to make a crank on his hog in the sun. he hadd been carefully preparing fo rhis afternoob J.O. in the hole... hewaked at before dawn like the nother boys. he ate his "honey & tortilla" delicately as to not drop a single sploosh or get sticky his hamds.

the rest of the day he did everyday normal - accept w/o shade. him's blisters on his hands were close to bursting bby th etime he digged his dug. "five feet wide and five feet deet, mr. sir" just like mr. sir said stanley who actually "chubly" yelnas v- stanley yelnats iv's son. although the curse of his dirty Pig stelaing gramdfather was lift, he had a pig curse of his own...

his sunburned penis throbbed in his ornage jupmsuit. his raw and callused hadns unzipped his fly. the preteen boner was decently long and supremely hard-then he hear a voice to make his pubes tingle. "Stnaley! are you Polishing yer Gun down there?" cunbly yelnats rushed to hide his exposed pickle but it was too late.

before he knew it he was in the office of Don Senor naked and sweating. "yelnats! you see that tub in fron of you?" Chuble did see the tub. it was caked w what looked to be honey. "keep looking at the tub and don't turn around until your hog squeals down the drain"

Stnaley cranked his hardest for Mr. Sir. first flaking his sunburned skin off with each stroke and finally finishing w great sloughs of peen skin and blood falling to the ground. Mr. Sir finished polishing his gun at the same time as Chunky which he was quite impressed w himself to keep up w Stnale's youthful fervor for masturbation. he shot his bullet down the drain "alright yelnats, ring the dinner bell. make sure to tell the boys who to thank for tonight's Honey n Torts" he wink.