The art of snerk

On some days, my wit can be razor sharp.  In 9 years, I have seen a lot of people be a lot of things.  FN Pokey wanted me to take him to a porn store outside of the tourist trap district where the liberty bus drops sailors off.  I mention this to the roommate, who has no semblance of a brain mouth filter.  He usually says what everyone is thinking.  He wants to come along, too.  We are planning to give this kid a hard time.  In the store, I immediately find the biggest, nastiest, bell and whistle having dildo, and at the top of my lungs holler, “FN Pokey, is this what you were looking for?”  I think he tried to crawl under the nearest book shelf.


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