So there's this semi-hot crackhead chick who's been lurking around the neighborhood lately. She's always giving me the eye on my way home and last night for some reason I decided see what she was about.
"Suck your balls for a dollar." She goes as soon as I get within earshot.
Let's face it— that's a good goddamned deal.
So we head up the alley where she gets in position and I get my narbleys out and go to dip them in (since I don't shave my balls so it's especially nice for the girls the way the sparse scrotum hair tickles their lips and chin,) but as soon as they get near that mouth they immediately shrivel up into my abdomen.
"Just a second." I say and turn to the side to coax them out. It's still pretty warm out so they drop right back down and I go to dip them in again, and once again they creep right up.
After trying this a few times I finally give up and settle for giving her the "mushroom stamp", only when I give her the dollar she starts hitting me up for more cash.
I'm like, "Hey, you're lucky I gave you that much. Usually it's the chicks paying for the stamp from ol' Ikey." and she's cursing a blue streak as I walk away.
Turns out she's been running the old "Teabag Turnaround" grift in the neighborhood— as soon as the balls go in, she clamps down, takes your wallet and takes off while you're curled on the ground.
I guess it just goes to show that sometimes the "little brain" is smarter then the big one!
"Suck your balls for a dollar." She goes as soon as I get within earshot.
Let's face it— that's a good goddamned deal.
So we head up the alley where she gets in position and I get my narbleys out and go to dip them in (since I don't shave my balls so it's especially nice for the girls the way the sparse scrotum hair tickles their lips and chin,) but as soon as they get near that mouth they immediately shrivel up into my abdomen.
"Just a second." I say and turn to the side to coax them out. It's still pretty warm out so they drop right back down and I go to dip them in again, and once again they creep right up.
After trying this a few times I finally give up and settle for giving her the "mushroom stamp", only when I give her the dollar she starts hitting me up for more cash.
I'm like, "Hey, you're lucky I gave you that much. Usually it's the chicks paying for the stamp from ol' Ikey." and she's cursing a blue streak as I walk away.
Turns out she's been running the old "Teabag Turnaround" grift in the neighborhood— as soon as the balls go in, she clamps down, takes your wallet and takes off while you're curled on the ground.
I guess it just goes to show that sometimes the "little brain" is smarter then the big one!
