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On the last day of vacation, Luke found himself exhausticated at the hotel pool while the others went for breakfast. Food failed to make the radar with a drink still in hand. Luke had been up all night partaking in the shockingly raunchy but downright historical five way all nighter w/his ex, Brad and Chris and that gorgeous waiter. Yum. Who knew someone so beautiful could be so dirty?
...Well, all of them actually. That’s why it worked.
Gazing down toward the pool in a haze of reminiscence, a wave of putrid knocked Luke's drink into focus. Forced to look at it, Luke went razor sharp In the fog. It BETTER be OJ in that gad dang MAN-MOSA Brad made.
A chill then another icky wave passed through Luke. It definitely wasn’t OJ. Still, it wasn’t enough to motivate Luke to stand up.
Wow. Either Luke was really exhausted or far more filthy that he thought. A closer look revealed both to be true. But how true?
We’ll likely grapefruit true, but Luke would need to wade through containers of empty juice boxes to be 100% certain. That wasn’t going to happen given housekeeping already finished cleaning the room.
To investigate his boudoir tendencies tho, Luke would need to have more sex. Luckily he was fit, still legally drunk and wearing a speedo. Unlike housekeeping, all rang super helpful. Luke just needed to trade in this Man-mosa for a Bloody Mary, and he could start the reconnaissance right away.
Staring at his glass, Luke was struck with thought. Until this very moment, it never occurred to Luke gratitude could get him laid. He also thought to dump his drink on the grass as it could grow back. Whatever was in this manmosa would likely eat through the lining of the pool, and he needed his deposit back to pay his share for gas for the trip home.
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MANmosa
Brad was bizzay. Couldn’t his boyfriend Chris’ appendix wait until tomorrow to burst? Every gay knew the golden rule: You can’t rush sexy. Besides, they were working. Chris needed to be gyrating as an erotic male dancer not clamping his jaw and slouching over.
“What was tomorrow anyway?”
Chris responded with ‘mañana’. He then went on to explain it could also be ‘the day after today, but not the day after that because that would be the day after tomorrow.’
In an effort to clarify things further, Chris stated what the two were speaking to was the day before that but not today, rather to the day in between despite the fact all that was being referenced originated from the day they were presently in, whatever day that turned out to be.
Brad and Chris were en route to Cedars Sinai not two minutes later. Surprisingly, they were only the second gay couple to arrive at the ER wearing only designer thongs and flip flops that hour. That’s until Brad and Chris realized it was Gay Pride weekend in SF, Chicago, Toronto, and NYC.
Then it all made sense.
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@BenAdrienProulx January 10th, 2024
I wanna know what he's talking about. Also, why the sunglasses inside? Wondering if that bottle might be for what we call trimming, i.e. ""adjusting course"" 😝😝