Halloween costume party
“Hey Danny, do you want to stop with me after work and get your hose drained?”
“I don’t think so, Aaron. You’re not going to Willie Woo’s Adult Book Store to let one of those funny boys give you head through a glory hole, are you?”
Danny and Aaron, in their forties, had adjacent desks in the insurance office.
“Nah. But my wife won’t play the skin flute any more. It’s been two years. She got pissed one night when I suggested she that she really should purchase some douche. What a bitch.”
“Don’t whine. You should try divorce. My ex hasn’t let me see my daughter for ten years. She made up some molestation bullshit. Of course I still have to pay a fortune in child support. But now that Roxanne is eighteen, she wants to see me. We’re getting together Halloween weekend. Probably go to the big Halloween bash at the American Legion. Are you and your wife going?”
“Oh yeah. I told the bitch to dress as Cinderella’s ugliest stepsister. Now she won’t even let me dip my wick in the hairy hatchet wound that never heals. You sure you don’t want to get your salami smoked after work?”
