As I enter and see a wall of at least a dozen stalls I sense the gears in my head come to a painfully screeching halt… I’ve completely forgotten her name.
At this point Andy concludes it’s going to take more than the idea of a prematurely ejaculating insensitive asshole with a short, skinny dick to make her realize it’s not worth the $20 she may or may not get out of him.
Andy needs his eggs again and I need to get rid of my hangover (read: start drinking) from last night. Three Bloody Mary’s and I’m out the door. We sit down for breakfast… another Bloody Mary. After breakfast we head to Fat Tuesdays to continue drinking because at 11am our BAC is slacking.
Andy pounces. I turn around to see him talking to both of them. He starts focusing on the shorter one so I go in and start dancing with the taller one, who at this point I’d like to describe as being a tall, gorgeous Latina named Ramona
When we wake up we’re so hungover the entire Dallas Cowboys cheerleader squad, drunk and naked and horny, could walk into our hotel room right now and I would chuck the hotel phone at them yelling at them to get out!
This is the trip that changed it all. Before this trip I was a Vegas Virgin™ and had little clue as to what was in store for me.