Moving into the oasis that has some how been granted to me by a god I never believed in before now.
Went to the cvs nex to the dunkin doughnuts where the indian man (all D&D employess are indian with a last name of PATIL) already knows my sausage loving weed eyes by name. Went to the pube trimmers aisle to get a pube trimmer, lest they should billow out from my diapers, which I will be wearing in the pool* as a make-shift swim suit. There were 2 south philly gentlemen, blobby, loud, assholish, who were huddled together near the whores bath sprays, while i perused the limited selection of wiener grooming items. There was a PSH! PSH! PHS! sound, and a gust of doushe before the fat men ran away, the one more blobular and shitty looking saying "you better pay for that!". This was some kind of South Philly joke, because he also reeked of the axe spray bottle that now rolled sad and lonely on the floor. They had come to cvs with the well hatched plan of spraying eachother with axe, before taking to the streets to bone all those hot ladies who formerly did not like them, but who would now very much like to be introduced to their penis spit.
Heres to you south philly! and your fine gentlemen.
*SEE: god given apt
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