I find myself in Florida yet again and couldn’t help myself but to hang out with TUSCL’s finest. Not long after setting it up, 10 local Swedish blonde big breasted strippers we’re looking for man to join their group orgy, and I lament losing my temper on them to tell them off but sometimes a man just has priorities.
Anyway I had enlisted the help of Eve also in Jacksonville to help me dress up for the occasion. Because we all know getting ready to go to a venue called “Wackos” needs at least 6 hours of preparation. I tried on many white suits, slicked my hair back (ok I shave my hair but if I had hair I would slick it back) I was looking like a real Don Johnson wannabe. After staring intensely into the mirror for an hour and left the bathroom when I felt ready (And also Eve couldn’t hold it in anymore she needed to use the bathroom)
I was ready strut. It was time. John Travolta would’ve been proud. I begin strutting out on the sidewalk only stopping every five steps to gyrate my hips, when all of a sudden a feeling of shock and sense of awe came over me. I began shaking and blacked out.
I awoke the next day in the hospital to the doctor speaking to me
“The system was never meant for mere mortals”
“I’ll prove ya wrong, Doc. With enough booty shaking, I’ll prove ya wrong. I’m tellin ya.“
“Don’t. You won’t make it. You’ll die.”
I lift my head up
“No...cough cough...No.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
If someone has to die let's make it Rick