“You mean like hanging from rafters by my wrists or ankles?” I asked. Xxnx I looked to the guy to my left, me being pretty sure that it was his fingers that were inside me, and said,
“What was your drink sir?”
“A pint of pussy juice please luv.”
“Sorry sir,” I replied, I didn’t see that name on any of the pumps, does it only come in bottles?”
“Neither did I,” the man said, “but if you stay there for much longer it might come in handfuls.”
He was right, and I was feeling like he might just get a handful quite soon. Any hassle and you stick your arm in the air. “That as well,” Pedro replied. “Well my benefits friend,” I said to George, “it looks like you and I have a lot of practising to do, fix it up please Pedro.”
“Fiestas and Festivals.” Pedro said,
“Now I
