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racket from the living room. "This is great, y'know?"
Crank nodded. "Oh yeah, Joey boy. This is what ya' might call 'great'." Laughing, he dipped another cupful of punch from the bucket. He swigged half of it down in one gulp, then belched. "Y'know somethin', dude? We put this whole damn thing together, too. Without us, Rocky'd be sittin' home alone tonight, jackin' himself off!" He chuckled again and belched long and loud.
"Hey Crank, don't I know it! Face it, man, we are just too good, y'know?"
"Yeah, man, when you're right, you're right."
At that moment, one of the women, a good-looking brunette, waltzed in, holding an empty cup ready for more. "Hi, guys," she said, giggling. "How about a little more of that punch?"
Smiling, Crank reached for the cup. "Why sure, babe. No problem. There's plenty a' this ta' go around. And around, and around, and around..."
The brunette giggled wildly. "Oh...ha haa! Just like me...right?"
"Yeah babe," said Crank. "A-round like you." He moved his hands through the air in the shape of an hourglass. "Get it, babe? A- round like your beautiful bod!"
The woman's giggling got high and crazy, a playful tipsy twitter like a bird on speed. "No, no...silly! I...didn't mean...hee hee!...that! I meant around and around...ha ha haa!...like this!" She twirled her index finger in circles near the side of her head. "I'm sooo dizzy..." Her voice lowered and her eyes got very big. "...I can't hardly...ha haa...walk straight!"
Crank chuckled as he dipped her cup in the punch. "Here, beautiful," he said, handing her the filled cup. "This'll make you feel better."
She took the punch, holding it carefully with both hands so she wouldn't spill any. "Thank you, doctor. I'm sure it will!"
"Great, babe. Take two more and call me in the morning. Better yet, call me tonight."
"Oooo...Do you make house calls?" The brunette winked woozily and took a sip of punch.
"Sorry, babe, I only do business from my office." Crank winked back.
The brunette started twittering uncontrollably once more. "Ha ha ha! Oh, you're too much! You really crack me up, you know that?" She took another sip of punch, then started backing out the door. "Sorry fellas, but...ha ha haa!...I gotta' go! It was fun!"
"Yeah, sure, honey," offered Crank. "Let's do it again real soon."
As she left, the brunette pointed at her cup of potent brew. "I know I'll be back soon! This sure won't last long!" Waving avidly at Crank and Joe, she turned to thread through the throng outside the door.
Crank couldn't take his eyes off her--followed the leggy tender stride until all he could see was the peak of her hairdo. "Not bad, Joey, not bad. Whata' you think?"
Joe was down to the end of his joint; all that was left was a tiny burnt roach at the end of a wire. "I think I could deal with a piece a' that. Probably be a good lay."
"Yeah, Joey...my thoughts exactly." The fat red-head guzzled some punch, staring thoughtfully out the door.
One final drag and Joe was finished with the joint. "Fuck, man, this shit's already gone. I was just startin' ta' get into it, too." He took the tiny stub and dropped it between his legs, down into the dismal toilet bowl. There was a faint, quick fizz as it doused in the scummy water. "You got any more, man?"
Crank shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, pal. That's the last a' my stash. I'm on a fuckin' budget, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," droned Joe disappointedly. "I understand, man. How 'bout Rocky?"
"Him?" snorted Crank. "Fuck, no. That shithed don't do the good stuff. Only thing he gets high on's pussy!"
"Huh. That's too bad, man. He sure as hell don't know what he's missin'." Joe bent down to pluck a whiskey bottle from the floor. Unscrewing the cap, he lifted the bottle in the air like a telescope and let a long blistering gush meet his throat.
"Yeah, Joey, I know. I guess some people just can't enjoy the simple things in life. Not like us."
Wiping his mouth on his arm, Joe chuckled. "Oh, you got it, pal." He swallowed
Crank nodded. "Oh yeah, Joey boy. This is what ya' might call 'great'." Laughing, he dipped another cupful of punch from the bucket. He swigged half of it down in one gulp, then belched. "Y'know somethin', dude? We put this whole damn thing together, too. Without us, Rocky'd be sittin' home alone tonight, jackin' himself off!" He chuckled again and belched long and loud.
"Hey Crank, don't I know it! Face it, man, we are just too good, y'know?"
"Yeah, man, when you're right, you're right."
At that moment, one of the women, a good-looking brunette, waltzed in, holding an empty cup ready for more. "Hi, guys," she said, giggling. "How about a little more of that punch?"
Smiling, Crank reached for the cup. "Why sure, babe. No problem. There's plenty a' this ta' go around. And around, and around, and around..."
The brunette giggled wildly. "Oh...ha haa! Just like me...right?"
"Yeah babe," said Crank. "A-round like you." He moved his hands through the air in the shape of an hourglass. "Get it, babe? A- round like your beautiful bod!"
The woman's giggling got high and crazy, a playful tipsy twitter like a bird on speed. "No, no...silly! I...didn't mean...hee hee!...that! I meant around and around...ha ha haa!...like this!" She twirled her index finger in circles near the side of her head. "I'm sooo dizzy..." Her voice lowered and her eyes got very big. "...I can't hardly...ha haa...walk straight!"
Crank chuckled as he dipped her cup in the punch. "Here, beautiful," he said, handing her the filled cup. "This'll make you feel better."
She took the punch, holding it carefully with both hands so she wouldn't spill any. "Thank you, doctor. I'm sure it will!"
"Great, babe. Take two more and call me in the morning. Better yet, call me tonight."
"Oooo...Do you make house calls?" The brunette winked woozily and took a sip of punch.
"Sorry, babe, I only do business from my office." Crank winked back.
The brunette started twittering uncontrollably once more. "Ha ha ha! Oh, you're too much! You really crack me up, you know that?" She took another sip of punch, then started backing out the door. "Sorry fellas, but...ha ha haa!...I gotta' go! It was fun!"
"Yeah, sure, honey," offered Crank. "Let's do it again real soon."
As she left, the brunette pointed at her cup of potent brew. "I know I'll be back soon! This sure won't last long!" Waving avidly at Crank and Joe, she turned to thread through the throng outside the door.
Crank couldn't take his eyes off her--followed the leggy tender stride until all he could see was the peak of her hairdo. "Not bad, Joey, not bad. Whata' you think?"
Joe was down to the end of his joint; all that was left was a tiny burnt roach at the end of a wire. "I think I could deal with a piece a' that. Probably be a good lay."
"Yeah, Joey...my thoughts exactly." The fat red-head guzzled some punch, staring thoughtfully out the door.
One final drag and Joe was finished with the joint. "Fuck, man, this shit's already gone. I was just startin' ta' get into it, too." He took the tiny stub and dropped it between his legs, down into the dismal toilet bowl. There was a faint, quick fizz as it doused in the scummy water. "You got any more, man?"
Crank shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, pal. That's the last a' my stash. I'm on a fuckin' budget, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," droned Joe disappointedly. "I understand, man. How 'bout Rocky?"
"Him?" snorted Crank. "Fuck, no. That shithed don't do the good stuff. Only thing he gets high on's pussy!"
"Huh. That's too bad, man. He sure as hell don't know what he's missin'." Joe bent down to pluck a whiskey bottle from the floor. Unscrewing the cap, he lifted the bottle in the air like a telescope and let a long blistering gush meet his throat.
"Yeah, Joey, I know. I guess some people just can't enjoy the simple things in life. Not like us."
Wiping his mouth on his arm, Joe chuckled. "Oh, you got it, pal." He swallowed
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