“Thoughts on my Ass!”
Love that nickname. Whatcha doing?
“Fishing for skank!”
I don’t understand.
“The skank puts a ticket in the bowl, and I select my skank for the evening. Or afternoon. Or skanks. Whatever.”
So, there aren’t really rules, per se.
“I’m gonna stick this bowl on a fat chick’s boobie. That’s kind of a rule. I mean, I always do it.”
Right. How was Mexico?
“Little disappointing. I always bang the maid, y’know? I go down there and figure it’s somewhere exotic; maid’s still Mexican.”
So many things wrong with that statement that the racism isn’t the worst part.
“Fingered a dolphin’s blowhole.”
“It was a girl dolphin.”
“Sure it does: Billy Kreutzmann doesn’t go gay for dolphins.”
“I mostly stuck to fan skank, though. Gave a third-grade teacher from Sheboygan a Mayan Civilization.”
“Gave her a Mayan Civilization.”
What’s a Mayan Civilization?
“I climaxed and disappeared without a trace.”