Colin decided that the sooner he got to Murphy, the better off he would be. He crept up the short road, baseball bat at the ready. The road beneath his feet started feeling cool as the sun began to set. Soon, he could hear the giggling get louder, as he was now halfway up the road. He strode with tension and determination, as he crept towards his destination in nearly total darkness. The giggling, as he noticed, was closer, but it was dying down, replaced mostly by squeaky, tired yawns.
"Bimbos no doubt. Only question is, how many are there?" Colin wondered as he poked his head through a gap in the branches.
There, he saw a group of bimbos sleeping in a pile on the road. Arms around tiny waists, fluids all over the ground, gigantic bare breasts squashed against eachother, light snoring filling the air. Colin had to get through, but he needed to be quiet. An idea hit him, he knew exactly what to do. He chose to...