HOW TO KILL A JAMAICAN EEL


(from a British Newspaper)

Little Johnny was seven years old and like the other boys his age rather curious. He had heard a lot about courting and wondered what it was like and how it was done. He took his questions to his mother, who became flustered and so instead of explaining it too him she told him to hide behind the curtains and watch his sister and her boyfriend. He did this and the following morning explained what he had seen.

Sis and boyfriend turned off most of the lights and then sat down. He started hugging and kissing her. Sis must have been getting sick as her face went funny. Her boyfriend knew this because he put his hand up her blouse to feel her heart, but it took him a long time to find it. I guess he was getting sick because they both started panting and getting out of breath. I think his other hand was cold because he put it up her skirt, about this time Sis got worse and started to moan and graon and move to the end of the couch and she said she was getting really HOT.

Finally, I found out what was making them sick- a big eel had gotten in his pants. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there about 10" long, HONEST . . . anyway, he then grabbed it to stop it from escaping.

When Sis saw it she started to call to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she had ever seen. I should tell her about the ones at the lake. She got brave and tried to bite its head off. All of a sudden she made a noise and let it go. I guess it bit her back. She then grabbed it between both hands and held it tightly while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and pulled it over its head to stop it from biting.

Sis laid back and opened her legs so she could get a scissor hold on it and he helped by lying on top of it. The eel put up a hell of a fight . . . Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they tried to kill it by squashing it between them. After a while they both quit moving and let out a big sigh. Her boyfriend got up and sure enough they had killed the eel. I knew it was dead because it was just hanging there limp.

Sis and her boyfriend were a little bit tired from the battle, but they went back to courting. Anyway, he started to kiss her again and bugger me the eel wasn't dead, it jumped straight back up and strted to fight again.

I guess eels are like cats, they have nine lives or something. This time Sis jumped and tried to kill the eel by sitting on it. After they stuggled for thirty-five minutes they finally killed it. I know it was dead because I saw Sis's boyfriend skin it and flush it down the toilet.