Last night I attended a work related function at an amusement park called THUNDER ROAD. They have go-karts and mini-golf and arcade games from 1994. My friend and I stopped at the lavatory before leaving. As I walked in I could see that there was some dude changing clothes in the stall. He had towels and pants and shirts and shoes on the floor in my line of site. Why he was changing at a non-swimming related amusement park is anybody’s guess. So I’m standing there, “draining the lizard”... as they say.. I say to my friend who is about 4 feet away from me separated by one unoccupied urinal, “When we get back to my place we can listen to that new music I got on itunes today.”. The guy in the stall changing says “we can do what?”. So I said to him, “I wasn’t talking to you. If I wanted a craigslist encounter I would have gone on the internet.”. He was speechless.
oh by the way I got the new M.I.A. and Uffie.
Listening right meow.
I was changing out of my orangutan urine-soaked jumpsuit in the go-kart toilet, you were draining the lizard and talking about listening to something on your computer’s me-tunes file or something. I tried to respond to your inqueery (wink wink), but you came back at me with some next shit so hard I zipped my balls up in my Hamburglar costume. Were you peeking? Are you reading this? ;o ;O ;0