Strips
Tall Tank Tales
Lingerie Beer Factory
Dust blew fervently against the thin tent, in the Outback. The wind had been blowing hard. It was hell! The tank rested stagnant against the sand-colored scenery as it had for the last few days due to the lack of visibility. Can’t see- can’t drive. Simple as that. The post-apocalyptic scenery was bleak to say the least. Hardly a sign of life anywhere.
"Booga, when is this wind gonna let up?"
"Soon, Dear", called the Roo.
"You’d better be right or I’m gonna rip those big damn ears from your head and fry ’em up for dinner!" roused the angry girl.
Booga, Tank Girl’s trusty side-kick and love interest, rolled his eyes at her ignorant statement.
"If she touches my ears, I’ll simply smack her into the next century", thought Booga with a wry smile.
He was rather stir crazy himself. the wind storm had kept he and Tanky in the tent and in the tank for the last several days. It didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. Both Booga and Tank Girl were ready to strangle each other, despite their lust for one another. It had just been too long - the storm that is. Oddly, neither one had anywhere to go. No appointments where missed. No destinations missed. So, What the phuck!
Well, if the truth be told... these two were just getting a bit tired of each other. They had had every sort of depraved sexual encounter imaginable and were fresh out of ideas in the boredom of the ensuing wind storm. Their sexual lust expired and supplies running short, Tanky and Booga were getting rather peevish with one another.
That is until a horrible realization was made... a realization that survival was paramount.
The duo’s last 12-pack of brew was just about consumed!
"We’re almost outta brew, you lug", cried Tanky.
"That’s about right, oh diligent one", replied her Roo.
"Do I look like I can drop another case of beer outta my ass?" she yelled indignantly.
"That violates a few known laws of physics, but I have the video camera cued, just in case", he smiled.
Tank Girl was dressed in her favorite torn shorts and a bra. Her bra was elegantly (or not) used as a conventional top of sorts. Mostly due to the fact that her t-shirts were all kinda smelly and Laundromats were a memory of the distant past at this point. Still, if she couldn’t pop open a brew, she was damn well gonna make that lazy Roo earn his keep by way of sexual demands.
Although Tanky was the one-and-only for Booga... he thought she kinda reeked and needed a shower or some clean clothes at the very least. At the same time, this duo was not gonna last much longer - at least not in a sober state. They needed Beer!
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