Picture it: New Orleans, Decadence, 2018. I get a text from my long time friend Jeff (sidenote we’ve known each other for 20 mutha fuckin’ years now), so anyways, it reads:
Still you? Craig want to fuck you. … Prepared lady?
And this is why my gay scout rule number two is: Always douche, always stay ready. Fleet, Fleet. You never know when your hole may be pounded.
