heh Tatty...

I knew this guy named Paul that was banging a real estate agent. She was a divorced with a daughter close to our age but that doesn't matter. He drove a Porsche and she was, like I said, a real estate agent. We all went out for dinner and then got shitty at the bar, like every other weekend. Long story short Paul sells it like he should and they leave together. Good times, the Mrs and I talk about what a nice couple they seem to be and the night ends.

Next morning I go downstairs and see the message light flashing on the answering machine. It's November in Vermont so I'm thinking one of the tards hired to plow a property is in jail or dead, whatev. Nope. It's Paul wasted and almost incoherent fading in and out on his cell. The ten seconds that come through consisted of " i was banging this chick in the ass and when i went to pull out there was a butterbean on the end of my cock".

Funniest day of my life.