So, this story isn’t mine. It’s actually my father’s, but it’s hilarious so I totally have to share it with everyone.
Alright, when my Dad was a younger dude, he and his buddies would go to Mexico a ton for fishing trips. They’d be gone for days on end, out on the gulf fishing for tuna. When night time hit, they’d all go back to mainland for some beers to finish off the day. One night, they chose some really run-down bar, got a table, and ordered some drinks.
They were having a grand ol’ time, reminiscing about who-knows-what, downing beer after beer. They were getting pretty toasted, and started messing with each other. And, you know how us guys get when we’re playing around, we have to keep one-upping each other. So, one thing lead to another, and sh*t was starting to get real, as you’re about to read.
So, my Dad’s friend Coobie, who’s real name is Greg, decided to head on over the the men’s room for a piss. Making the fatal mistake of leaving behind his alcoholic beverage on the table. Now, in this part of whatever city they were staying in, has a lot of hookers.
My father took this abundance of prostitutes to his drunken advantage over his buddy. Since there were plenty of call girls inside the bar, my dad simply had to beckon one over to the table. My dad was married by this point, so he wasn’t going to be paying the woman for her usual services.
He handed her the pesos, and she glided to other side of the table. The part of the table with an empty seat, and a lone bottle of beer. She grabbed the beer, hiked up her skirt, and sunk that sucker deep down into her nether regions. My dad said you could see the vaginal juices raining down, mixing with the beer inside. She took it out with a pop, leaving the rim shiney with p*ssy-slime.
She’d left just as Coobie returned from the restroom. He sat down, rejoining his buddies, not knowing anything of the treachery that just occured only moments before. He licked his chapped lips, craving the cool satisfying refreshment of the beer. Apparently, he downed that f*cker, without even thinking twice. Swallowing every last drop of vag mucous, traces of urine, and no doubt the splooge of a previous client.
The dude had to be treated for antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea down his throat, and all over his mouth. He’d try to speak, and greenish foul-smelling liquid would ooze out of his orifice. Just kidding, but that’d be the perfect ending. Apparently, they told him, and he proceeded to vomit all over the bar floor, and cuss everyone out in retaliation, probably tasting the aftertaste of whatever well-used hoo-haws taste like. Just another night in Mexico for my dad and his friends, though.
