Waiter (lets call him Brodie): do you want any *steamy breath* hoot sauce with That meal?? Customer (lets call him gunnar): oh yes, in fact I would. could I have it *pause* extra Spicey? Brodie: *puts hand on Gunnar’s hand* *erotically* coming riight up, come with me. Gunnar: gladly my prince, but don’t forget the
hot sauce! *winks* Brodie: ohh I would never my dear ghost
pepper (<—— addressing gunnar). *brodie picks up
hot sauce. Yells at manager that he has to go* Brodie: lets go, my cars this way. * they hop into Brodie’s
mustang and drive away to a nearby motel* *they sign into the
front desk, and make their way up to the room under tense silence* gunnar: where’s the
hot sauce? Brodie: I have it right “here” * Brodie points at his dick* could you help me get it out? Gunnar: gladly if it’s for my
hot sauce!! *brodie gives the fly of his jeans to gunnar, who bites it and slowly pulls it down* brodie: do you mind going a little faster? Otherwise I might not be able to handle, this, heaat. Gunnar: uuhuuh. Brodie: oh yes!! *gunnar pulls Brodie’s pants all the way down. Brodie’s boxers had a large bulge in them so gunnar slowly pulled those back to, hoping it was the
hot sauce* brodie: you might be surprised, but that’s not ONLY the
hot sauce. * gunnar pulls boxers down revealing the
hot sauce as
well as Brodie’s fully erectile douche dick* Brodie: have fun! * brodie pours
hot sauce around his douche dick*
