TRASH by EndMaster R

You move over towards the nervous guy wondering what the fuck his problem is.

“Hey buddy, what the fuck is your problem?” you ask.
“Oh…I…um…I don’t know. I just…”
“Goddammit boy spit it the fuck out!”
“Well I don’t feel like I should be here you know? Like what I’m doing is wrong and unclean.”
“Oh fer fuck’s sake, you one of those religious types?”
“Um, well…”
“Fuck son! Lookin’ at titties is completely natural! Ain’t nuthin’ sinful about it! Way I figure if’n God didn’t want us to love titties he would’ve made us all fuckin’ queers!”
“You…might be right, but I just have these urges…”
“Well of course you got fuckin’ urges boy! You’re a MAN! Start actin’ like one!”
“Um, so you sayin’ I should act on these urges that I have?”
“Dammit, squeegee out yer fuckin’ ears jackass! Of course that’s what I’m sayin’!”
“So should I try to get with…um one of the strippers then?”

Shit this pussy asks a lot of fuckin’ questions, and just your luck, now he’s distracting you from Tina’s act that’s just started.