Jack was happy to see me.
'How's it hanging,' he asked.
About as low as the last time you asked only ten minutes when you left a party with the horniest chicks god has ever created so far.
The theme was I Dream of Jenny.
Walking inside the joint with the same title was like entering a harem of a thousand nights hosted by Gomorrah.
I had a hunch.
It had served me well.
'You think Rocket Man is here,' asked Jack who lived by his hunches when he wasn't humping big titted Asian whores.
And there he was, drunk as a skunk and snorting cocaine off long tapered nipples.
He had on a blonde wig.
But his disguise only magnified the caricature of this recluse North Korean leader.
'He doesn't look too recluse to me,' said Jack, who started taking photos with his phone.
For a little man, Rocket Man could really snort those lines.
His dick was limp.
It was hidden under a stomach that went to seed from too much dining at five-star restaurants in six-star hotels.
'How's it hanging,' he asked.
About as low as the last time you asked only ten minutes when you left a party with the horniest chicks god has ever created so far.
The theme was I Dream of Jenny.
Walking inside the joint with the same title was like entering a harem of a thousand nights hosted by Gomorrah.
I had a hunch.
It had served me well.
'You think Rocket Man is here,' asked Jack who lived by his hunches when he wasn't humping big titted Asian whores.
And there he was, drunk as a skunk and snorting cocaine off long tapered nipples.
He had on a blonde wig.
But his disguise only magnified the caricature of this recluse North Korean leader.
'He doesn't look too recluse to me,' said Jack, who started taking photos with his phone.
For a little man, Rocket Man could really snort those lines.
His dick was limp.
It was hidden under a stomach that went to seed from too much dining at five-star restaurants in six-star hotels.
