Dream of the Elf

J.D. was no larger than an elf, standing at the doorway of our bedroom in Nuuk (Bjarneshus), playing Jethro Tull on a flute with a hessian bag on the end that made a peculiar but pleasant sound. As he played, it looked as though his penis was jumping up and down, since the flute ended and the bag began at that point. I got out of bed and as he walked away, I saw that he was wearing a neat hessian suit.

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