Inferno is stumbling down the strete one day when he his hit over the head by a fellow drunken bum a dream comes ot him at night.

Inferno your ancestors took light in preserving great masterpiecesof gwarble and many other legends in his back alley archives.Inferno snaps awake with an idea he can start his own historic MafiaReturns Library.

If you would like to relive some of "This thong of ours" most classic moments and times please message me and tip my account a generous 50,000 per story or a mere 300,000 for every story

Inferno bklazes off of the see..

"This thong of ours" - Sounds like a dangerous, STD swapping game. I hope you wash it before you swap it.

I totally agree with Ricketts... I mean, eww...

I don't think it's healthy to share this Thong you speak of.

Are you saying we all share one thong? One thong to rule them all? That's not overly hygienic not to mention do thongs come in a one size fits all variety?

She cringes and taste what she had for dinner a second time..

I'll forgo my turn at the thong and go commando thanks...

Just eww.

Donna strolls by in a tight skirt, with no panty lines.

I agree with Ricketts on this one, this just sound eeww-ish , maybe you should ask Dick to join you, I think he's "up" to these sort of things.

Lol my words(typing) was slurred I was a little drunk. 

And trust me I never keep the STD wrappers anyways but your mother's thongs are a different story.

Not so under the influence inferno walks back ti the streets and beings his speech.

Inferno is stumbling down the street one day when he his hit over the head by a fellow drunken bum a dream comes to him at night.

Inferno your ancestors took light in preserving great masterpieces of gwarble and many other legends in his back alley archives.Inferno snaps awake with an idea he can start his own historic Mafia-Returns Library.

And trust me no one would like to see the atrouscious man thong you call pants Rickett. 

If you would like to relive some of "This thong of ours" most classic moments and times please message me and tip my account a generous 50,000 per story or a mere 300,000 for every story

Inferno blazes off of the seen.

Still trying to pass the thong, then?

Several hours later Inferno wakes up after excessive hours of physical therapy Lord_Inferno recovers and heals from his brain trauma.

He runs outside; while still in his hospital gown: I can locate several historic works of art by Gwarble and friends donations to my bank account accepted.

If you would like to know more informtion mail me.

Dick and I have matching thongs, I don't know about sharing, we have never tried that before...

Anthony sticks his hand down his pants and re-arranges his thong and then walks over and sits down on an empty crate showing off his stuff...

So it seems that your still trying to relive some of the thongs classic moments.

Not gonna lie 30K is definitely the largest tip I would give for a story about a thong.   Now if you were to say dance in that thong...

I wouldnt mind a peak at Donna's thong ;)

I'm not sure about that I could ask, but to see my thong it is going to cost you 300k ;)

ZeroSeven overhead the sacred words of "This Thong of Ours" before quickly turning to the small crowd gathered around Lord_Inferno. It was there he turned to his bodyguards, Simon and Garfunkel, where he whispered to them.

"It's.. It's safe in the case, right?"

The two men nodded, with Garfunkel looking down at the black briefcase he was carrying. Nodding, he and his bodyguards walked into the middle of the group, sharing the spotlight with Inferno.

"Ladies, gentlemen.. This is a business of many traits. A business that has been known for extortion, brutality, criminal enterprises, and so on. But it's also a business of tradition. Family heirlooms that have been with us since our forefathers took the risk of sacrificing themselves in search of new opportunities in newer shores. But one artifact that distinguishes themselves from the others is 'This Thong of Ours'. Garfunkel?"

Garfunkel passed the briefcase to ZeroSeven with a look of apprehension coupled with eagerness.

"This artifact," Zero continued, quietly setting the combination for his briefcase lock to "6969 6969". "..was smuggled by none other than Charles Luciano himself, in the summer of 1906. The lad was ten at the time, and legend had it that his parents had refused to acknowledge his blossoming sexuality. Furious at this, along with the fact that most of his possessions would be left in Sicily, he smuggled the only thing he could. His treasured thong."

He clicked the briefcase locks open, hearing a distinctive snap. Breathing sharply, he opened the small briefcase to reveal a small, slightly tattered, beige thong. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Without it, and his sacrifice, the business of the Mafia today, as we know it, would likely be in a much different place. As soon as City Hall permits the building clearance, it will be donated to the Emporium of the Mafia, so each and every once of us can cherish this priceless artifact."

With that said, he quickly snapped the briefcase shut, spun the locks, and bid the crowd adieu.