One time at the flophouse in Miami I did let Clark Hallisey bombard my backsnatch bonerifically, but that was only because I was gakked out on Tina and poppers and didn’t find any rough trade at Clubhouse II. Clark was a big moaner and trash talker but I knew that deep down he was just a nelly cumpig jonesing for chocolate shebeef on Calle Ocho.
