So Francesco and Chadwick realised that their love for each other would never be accepted in the small town where it had flourished. Danger lay ahead and they feared that they would be forced to live their lives apart. They needed to move on, so they embarked on an epic adventure in British Columbia and Washington.
Would they be safe?
Would they fall victim to a lynch mob?
Read on…
It was a lonely life for Francesco. Things had been bad for a while and he found himself on the streets, pimping his little plastic arse to get enough cash to fuel his booze and kebab habit.
Things changed overnight when he was whisked away by a young Canadian called Chadwick. They’d met on the lonely and dangerous streets of Manchester when Chadwick had been looking for company while on a business trip. Love blossomed instantly and Francesco was wooed with flowers and the kindness of his new companion.
With nothing to lose, Francesco decided to take up Chadwick’s offer of a new life in Canada. They stowed away in the baggage of an unsuspecting traveller and found themselves in the wonderful city of Vancouver.
Oh how they loved it there, partying with the people and enjoying the sunshine.
But they were soon to be on the move again after things went wrong in Ye Olde Kabob Shoppe on Davie St – Francesco had foolishly opened his mouth and asked for “doner with the lot”, instantly giving his accent away and making his little arse very attractive to the hoards of big beastly bears who were after a little European. They hitched a ride to Vancouver Island on a passing donkey.
While there, they enjoyed the good life and the sex was fantastic! Unable to keep their paws off each other, they tried everything imaginable, doing things that would make a whore blush – some of it barely legal.
On a boat:
Camping:
Cottaging:
Alas, all good things must come to an end and our boys were rumbled after Francesco’s over-exuberent celebrations at Italy’s world cup win.
And now they’re back here in Blighty, trying to cause mischief wherever they go. You see, Sniffy would never have been able to get away with any misbehaving on her hols…
And now the little bastards are trying to get April and Connie to come and rescue them!
The Snoring Dog 
Har-de-har!
I love tales of romance, even when they end in slavery.
Yay! I’m First!
And would you look atthe mess of that desk! – Erm… Christmas ’05. Fucking hell, haven’t you cleaned up since then?
They missed their photo opp in the window of the bear bar on Davie Street.
Very original vacation photos. Such mischeivous little bears!
That’s not my desk. My desk is even worse than that.
Those bears daren’t show themeselves anywhere near Bear Bar. Could you imagine? Their litle arses would’ve melted with that type of bear on bear action.
That’s called spending the whole of fucking Saturday tiding and cleaning and then Sniffer appears and the house is a bomb site again. Pepsi cans all over the place. That envelope just can’t find a home either.
Poor Francesco and Chad… send em back here my daughter misses them.
Randy littel gits sure got around now didn’t they? And what’s with that info crammed back tattoo?
Goodness! They don’t half… exude a lot. I presume that’s what all those white splodges are over the cottage?
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Great! Send them on a secret shopping trip. Make extra cash. Let them pay their own way. Fuckers.
Cottaging?
For a moment I read frottaging.
I like plastic toys.
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