We left the bar, knowing that it might be uncomfortably hot outside. Fortunately, it started raining lightly so we were hot but also super moist.
We stopped at that other bar that we go to pretty often and chugged a couple beers to take a break from the street sauna.
The important stuff happened after we got back to the bottomless license pit bar. TWO namings!
First: Just Mark transformed into.... Two in the Pink Broke in the Stink. When it comes to booty spankin', Just Mark didn't mess around. He searched high and low for the perfect tush whoopin' until he saw it - the most beautiful buttox. This bottom was the perfect height. The curve of the rump couldn't have been any better. He lined up to execute a life altering connection of hand to ass. A light from the sky appeared, angels sang out, and his finger became so overwhelmed with joy that it broke completely. Ladies and gentlement, Two in the Pink Broke in the Stink.
Last but not least: Just Krispy became You May Go. There were lots of stories involving blood and vaginas and church but the story that really stuck with us fit Just Krispy Krisp perfectly. I'm not sure that I want to write this story out... Dammit. Here we go. The bedroom pre-sexytimes business was going on. Things were getting slippery so Just Krisp turned on the lights to find rubbers. Instead of showing Just Krispy an explosive sexy scene, the lights revealed a terrifying cherry poppin' bloodbath. When asked what he said to this poor, 3-litre lighter girl, Just Krisp said "You may go". You know, in that sassy way that he says most things. Too perfect. Just Krispy is officially dead and You May Go is born!
Suck a Dick
Bitch $hots, OUT