I SWEAR, NEVER AGAIN
(the Olde Town Tavern)
'I never boasted of all the harlots who've had my
big dick. I never yet toasted the whores I've roasted.'
The sing-song man was clearly drunk, or well on
his way to filth and destitution. All the same, he
paid for everything he dumped, and even paid
for mine. I'd let him talk all day - if we have
to listen bum-fucking Presidents at their whim
and time, I'd see no harm in listening to him.
Like a priest or a minister sublime, this guy
was poised for a rebuttal not mine. 'The women
I've known, whew, man, I could tell you stories! Here,
here, smell my fingers kid, and that was just last night!
You, you think I'm old, right? Fuck, she was 27, and
still as tight as me right now. My golly, what I time.
I brought her in with my knuckle, and Christ Almighty
wasn't she a'smilin' then.' He never stopped. He
used the Daily News for a napkin. I swear he
was pissing his pants. I threw a five down
on the bar, and got up and left.
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