Dipper Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Dipper Ch. 01

... Dipper all grown up alright! Well, roll down your window and say something! Like what, hey there, hey, Dipper?" Duh!)"

Hmm. Later.

"I mean, Taylor, this clue isn't even a clue! Mrs. Bentley might as well have printed the GPS coordinates on this piece of paper instead of wasting ink on this ridiculously easy scavenger hunt clue!"

"Oh, I mean, I mean, I mean, meh, I knew that, Dipper, but I was just doubling checking and all because, because, because, oh, because the tires on my SUV are starting to wear down and I'm trying to keep my mileage to a minimum until I get into the Tire Shop on the Strip, that's all, so, aren't you warm all zipped up tight like that in your track jacket, hmm?

Oh, rumor has it that the stickers on new tires survive a couple of hours before shredding off, so.

And staying zipped up in our heat has its challenges.

"Taylor, stop with the "drop a zipper" babbling since we both know that I'm not for you. But listen, LOL, the GPS coordinates for the first poorly worded clue are..."

I mean, I'm not old enough to have ever saw that old wooden barn owl carving as bright white, but you could tell that in its day, it stood bright white in the center of the ranch entry archway.

"Are my old stomping grounds, Taylor. "Who was I when I was brighter and who owns me as they faded from red?", which leads you scavenger hunters directly to the Pinkerton farm. Well, it leads directly to the entrance archway anyways, since the Pinkerton farm ...

... entrance archway has a wooden woot-woot barn owl in the center of it and it used to be white! A bright white Barn Owl. Anyways, just head south down the Strip to my old stomping and learning grounds, Taylor and my best guess is that one of the side archway pillar thingamabobs will have the next clue stapled to it or something, so?"

[Did Taylor seriously just attempt to push Dipper's jacket zipper down?]

"Taylor, are you listening to me, hmm?"

"(SOB, Taylor is luring Dipper into his SUV! Damn it, Hank, honk your horn! And then what, Mark? Let everyone here know we want a piece of that, huh? Oh, great, Hank, now you bring logic into this? We can back hand flip fluff it off as rumor! No way, Mark, that Dipper has a habit of coming out on top in the rumor mill system and we'll get tagged as fags!)"

Hmm. Maybe not later.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm listening, Dipper, I mean, the Pinkerton farm, um, the U Pick strawberry farm, tee he, right, Dipper?"

"Ha, ha! But yea, that's the place, so?"

"Get in, Dipper!"

"No, Taylor, I'm not your type!"

[Zip down, zip down, hmm]

"Stop, Taylor and get to the Pinkerton farm for your scavenger hunt clue thing and tell Mrs. Pinkerton that I'll come around and say "hey" to Pa soon if she pops a boob out for you, so, be gone or something before something happens that we'll both regret later."

LOL, the rumor about the power of a farm grown boob is true.

"What's up, faggots? Having a hard time figuring out for first scavenger hunt ...