Spanky Goes to Church

My close friend, “Spanky,” rarely has much to say. But when he talks, I listen!

Yesterday, it being Hump Day, Spanky said he desperately wanted to be desplooginated, preferably by a gorgeous young woman he’s never met before, one with a warm smile, a sense of humor, a gorgeous ass and very loose morals. When I asked him where he wanted to go, he immediately responded, “Centerfolds.”

I told him that Centerfolds was out of the question. It’s just too damn far. We could easily spend more time driving back and forth through Houston’s traffic choked freeways than we would spend in Centerfolds. “Plus,” I told him, “lots of the desploogination service professionals at Centerfolds look like they belong at the Houston Zoo.”