It is with a heavy heart that I relate that *sniff* the local dick bar has closed.
Arrow, we barely new ye, but a light that burns so bright can only
burn so long … no matter how large your candlesticks may happen to be.
I had so many more alternate things to call you! The cocknasium! The dong-a-teria! The penis pantry! Wasted.
To fill the Arrow-shaped void in my life, I plan on visiting a college-adjacent sports bar, ogle guys at the urinals, and pay double for my drinks.
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