i’m too old for this shit: reason #3865 why i’m back in school
so it was kind of slow night but that’s okay. there was a lot going on in the gay world tonight and i understand that bachelor auctions and fashion shows are fun and exciting (and lame).
at one point i had to use the facilities upstairs since the piss pipe in the back room (don’t ask) has been out of order for some time now. i go upstairs to the men’s room, and i’m standing there at the urinal and it’s kind of crowded in there which was…well, odd…but so i’m taking a leak and eavesdropping on the conversation going on behind me amongst three people who i had served earlier downstairs (two twinks and a troll) and i hear such bon mots as “is it pure?” “how much do you want?” “powder” “when do you want it” and “i have to make a phone call”
i try looking in the mirror to see if i can see anything that confirms what i’m already suspecting but can’t see them behind me. when i finish up and zip up, i turn and say “hi. do you remember me? i’m the manager of this establishment; i just served you downstairs. you all are really stupid. its time for you to leave.”
i busted a drug deal!!!!! bwaaa-ha-ha-ha! whooo-hooo!
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