January 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
Last night I met Ernest P. Worrell at the bar for some drinks. We had a great time talking about glory days. After five beers Ernest left the bar and went outside. A few minutes later he walked back in with a funnel, a long twisty straw, and a can of Mello Yellow, all of which he placed on the bar. Ernest proceeded to take off his pants and underwear and climbed on top of the bar. He laid down, lifted his legs up behind his head and stuck his bare booty up into the air. Ernest placed the funnel into his hiney, then opened the can of Mello Yellow and poured it all deep into his anal cavity. Then he took out the funnel and placed one end of the straw into his mouth and the other end into his butthole. He then proceeded to suck the Mello Yellow from his rump to his mouth. Bar patrons watched in amazement and shouted “Ernest! Ernest! Ernest!”. After Ernest sucked the last drop of Mello Yellow out of his cornhole he stood on top of the bar and said “hey Vern, that really hit the spot.” After Ernest put his pants and underwear back on I asked him why he would do such a thing. He told me that it made him feel good. And I can’t argue with that. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.