...one of the kids i was teaching became a good friend some six years later...i remember us going for a drive to some place or another...and out of nowhere these prostitutes jumped into the back of my car and began fondling themselves with a hash pipe .
i told them that their behaviour was very inappropriate....and that if they were going to smoke that shit in my car...at the very least one tit should be hanging out .
god bless their hyper hooker souls...they agreed with my logic and each one slung a big fat one out of a window .
...it was a splendid evening .
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