This Thread is Foar Cactus Stoaries Oanly

Arid Noir

The night air had a sting to it, like the wind-driven desert sands had felt against my succulent integument. I squinted out the open window, past my leftarm needles, blearily trying to gauge the time from the moon's position. That was a skill I had learned from many lonely hours in my youth, in the open air, my roots sandily ensconced, and my arms upraised to that same moon.

A sudden rapping alerted me. Someone was knocking on my door. And from the backlighting from the hallway, I could tell it was a dame. But from her spiky curves, I could tell it was more than a dame.

It was trouble.

I'm Ned Dulle, Private Eye, cactus.

Ethnic groups (2010)

70.3% Afro-Caribbean
10.8% Mulatto
10% Dougla
2.2% Indo-Caribbean
5.6% White Caribbean
0.6% Carib

RedCream is a nigger!

I would love to take >>2-san and >>3-san along the Cactus Valley Trail in St Lucia, where it is certain that they would not survive the experience due to a plurality of needles in their integuments, and therefoar they would end up as food foar the many scavengers in that area.

Oah darn, did I just admit my roal?