Where'n the hell'd you run off to last night Adrian?!?

G'damn bwah! Where the hell'd you run off to the other nite. Last thing I 'member is standing up straddle legged in my white crotchless longjohns in the kitchenette of your streamliner, g'damn it's a nice one too, looking down and seeing your squinty left eye juttin' and a blinkin' and feelin' your barnacle covered tongue strokin' and makin' itty bitty circles around my right testicle in an almost finger liike fashion (where the hell djyou learn how to lick sack like that bwah?).

Hell you seemed to be enjoyin' yourself so much I figured I'd lean over and grab myself a longneck beer from the tiny little brown fridge next to the tiny brown micreee-wave as you proceeded to pleasure my shaven set of cue balls.

Just as I turned away I felt one of your hands grasp hold of my left buttock. "What a gay motherfucker.", I thgought to myself, but I let the lil' infraction slide cuz I was feelin' a might genorahhs - not to mention I was about forty secon's away from crissening your enlongated forehead with creamy nectar of the scrotum gods themselves.

But then you went and done it. You put your mutherfuckin' pinky goddamn finger right into the crack of my ass! That kinda shit jist won't pass where I'm from bwah. Meybe in retrospect I overreacted, but goddamn it, I told you before you began slobbinerin' on my rod to keep your fuckin' fingers in your own fuckin' holes. I thought you was plenty satisfied and had done quelled your homosexual tendancies by sittin' on your own damn thumb.

I shouldna hit you with my damn longneck bottle. Shit, I jes down know what came over me. I fucking lost one of the best blow jobs I done ever recieved in recent hiztry and in the process spilled a good damn half of a perfectly good beer. Moherfuck!

I could see the hurt in your one squinty, juttin' eye. I am sorry I yelled at ya bwah. I'm sorry bout not given you that yellowish tan pearl necklace I promised when we started. I was so upset after you left it done took me about half an hour of consant colon poundin' to loose my juice in your pa. He can't suck like his boy, but his ass is just as tight as a two month old piglet. Yall got some kind of family genes goin' on der bwah.