RaXo the Man

The strobe light flashed in his eyes.
The smoke was Raxo's disguise.
He was the one who surpassed all the guys.
As the disco marble cast its rays upon his reasy hair,
he was smoothly grooving down the dance floor.

Suddently he stopped.
He removed his dark sun galsses
and reveald his deep brown eyes.
"Hi there, gorgeous", he said with his most masculine vocie. "Wanna go for a ride?"
All the girls in front of him went crzy.
They all thought he was talking to them.
He walked through the crowd like they were nothing, totally absorbed with what was sitting on a chair in the corner. In the same moment he reached out his hand, he felt a huge hand on his shoulder.
Turning around he saw an at least two meter tall german plumber. "Don't tough my love", the plumber said with a stench of garlic in his breath. The big burte took out an enormous monkey wrench from his lederhosen and thretened Raxo:
"You have got three seconds to say Auf Widersehen!" Raxo reached down into his pocket and pulled out his half meter, steel comb.
What followed is not known but the rumour goes something like this:

The fencing began and the plumber got hit
He soon ended up in a pit full of shit

After this Raxo was a wanted man
He ran away with his boyfriend Stan

This story has no glory and niether does he
He and Stan live happy in mid Tenessee

Comments about the story:
This story was written by Magnus, Robert, Andreas,
Johan, Kalle, Christian and Paul during and
english lesson at IG. It was supposed to be
and stereotypical romance story... But
that could be discussed. It has no
realtion to the reality to our
lives at or around IG.
Tillbax!