The Happy Hour of Doom’s Dick

ARGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

What a small world this is.
You can’t fuck someone without them knowing someone who knows someone.
This lifestyle had to be so tiny.
So I met up with a Wolf of mine who has been tryna lasso me for quite some time.
He is short, pudgy, and not my speed – BUT, he is still a friend.
We will call him PR since he does public relations for a major publication.

PR asked me to come with him to a Happy Hour’s spot after work.
I agreed since it was a beautiful day in the Concrete Forest.
When I got to the spot, he waved me down from where he was at the bar.
When I walked up to him, to my surprise, he was with someone.

When dude turned around……………

…. it was a dude I have mentioned before.