CHAPTER I
It was a warm, muggy morning in the CR as Face Tan confidently strode across the diamond to retrieve the oppositions lineup for the big game. He had decided to bust out his infamous strut "Hitch in my giddy up", as not only was it a big game, but a game against the sun kissed lasses of Tonka. His "devil may care" outfit had taken him hours to put together...a fresh pair of Nike kicks, a super cool coaches polo and a freshly pressed pair of khaki cargo shorts with a too big belt that reminded no one but himself of his days as a lard ass. You could hear the fluttering heartbeats of the Tonka moms as he proceeded to strut his way to the 3rd base dugout...he knew what they were thinking..."look at those hands, must beg people to buy paint for a living"..."wow, I wish my husband didn't make so damn much money so we could move to the CR and hang out with that "Man candy"...or, his favorite, "damn, what outstanding penmanship"......he had these pretty little things wrapped tightly around his cute lil' pinkie, figuring it was time to bust out the 14 extra shades that he had cleverly come up with.....all he had to do was make it back across the field before anyone figured out his secret....he decided at that moment that the only way to go, was to moonwalk back to his side of the field, which drew cascades of laughter from the previously swooning hotties...what they didn't know, that Face Tan did know, is that his right buttock was much more bulbous, and truly his calling card, while his left buttock was, although still cute, somewhat misshapen and lumpy.....oh well, thought Face Tan, guess I'll have to try my extra 14 shades on somebody else.....Central 9 Tonka 7!!!
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