Muff like that just doesn’t come along that often.”
“Fuck that, dude. “Unless some of my man mayonnaise dribbles out from a cream pie or something.”
“I’m not talking about sex, dude. Porn “Sorry about all that,” Camel eventually stated, after we cleared another half a dozen miles down the highway. He drank freely and offered generous tips to the dancers, carelessly giving away the money that Killer had earlier paid him off with. Upon entry into the shady building, a burly bouncer gave to me a red ticket at the door. “Why can’t you have fun later? “We’re taking you the fuck home.”
“Well… I happily walked over to one of the large bouncers, carrying my red ticket in front of me like a prized trophy. Although the establishment itself was rather seedy, the strippers inside were of refined quality. With our nightly endeavors complete, I drove Camel’s drunk ass back to the fraternity house, where I resumed reading my study material for class.
