About an hour or so into the bar excursion, Camel found me amongst the crowded barroom and helped himself to a seat at my table where I was sitting with a female prospect. “I think I might be able to find some time to chauffeur your ass across town for the evening in exchange for some free titties. He drank freely and offered generous tips to the dancers, carelessly giving away the money that Killer had earlier paid him off with. “Good luck with that one,” I stated to Camel. “You got any cash on you, Keaton?” he asked me. Being unable to fit my stiff pole inside her mouth through my baggy pants, the sexy stripper proceeded to peel my chili instead. We won’t be able to go back!”
“What’s the big deal?” Killer slurred, waving his arms around as if he were trying to fly. In attempts to reinvigorate me, Camel stopped by my bedroom one night while I was digesting a required reading article for one of my courses.
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