pelt and 227 do this really neat thing where, if one has a story, the other one will come over to where i sit, give a brief introduction and then then the actual storyteller will get down to business. today, pelt's introduction went a little like this. actually, no, it went exactly like this: "they're chocholate brown, and they take it all the way off." you guessed it, 227's going to the strip club tonight. not just any strip club but a former biker bar to see a touring troupe of black strippers. holy fucking shit, is she excited. i figure she'll knock off work a little early to do her hair. she also suggested (read: threatened) that she might bring in pictures, to which everyone within earshot responded with stunned silence. don't think the strippers would appreciate 227 bringing the old disposable kodak for some candids, but who knows. i'm not a stripper and thus can't say for certain.
this whole disaster of a conversation was juxtaposed with pelt coming over and showing off how big her hands are. seriously, they're fucking bear paws. thinking about this and then hearing the quiver in her voice when she talked about naked cock made me spit up a little bit. i'll tell you what, y'all. weird shit happens on jeans day. people get all loose lips sink ships up in this piece.
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jeans day!
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