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I kissed boys.
Richard had adventures, but you need to ask him.
As we stood in front of the Stud Bar, the bear bus drove past. On it, a banner advertised Bearwash. I had never heard of it. I thought it was a fundraiser, where shirtless men washed your car. "And they'd squeeze their moobs together and rub them against your windshield, making squeaky bathtub noises."
Then Bill said, "How sick would it be if someone washed his car with a dead, naked Anna Nicole Smith?"
I pictured her gray and soapy wet, flopping around and staring, staring.
He'd have to be pretty sick, Bill.
Richard had adventures, but you need to ask him.
As we stood in front of the Stud Bar, the bear bus drove past. On it, a banner advertised Bearwash. I had never heard of it. I thought it was a fundraiser, where shirtless men washed your car. "And they'd squeeze their moobs together and rub them against your windshield, making squeaky bathtub noises."
Then Bill said, "How sick would it be if someone washed his car with a dead, naked Anna Nicole Smith?"
I pictured her gray and soapy wet, flopping around and staring, staring.
He'd have to be pretty sick, Bill.
