This past weekend we all went to Wardlaw's ranch in Clifton to meet with his brother, Cody, and his friends from Dallas. The trip started out OK. We got there about 6:30 and started a brush fire so we could sit around and drink beer. A little while later Cody and his friends got there, and we went up to the house to meet them.
Soon after arriving at the house I was informed one of them was gay. Now I know it's 2007 and everyone is preaching tolerance and respect for these people, but I'm an old school guy and think they should be ashamed of themselves. I long for the days when they just stayed in California and gave themselves A.I.D.S. So here I am hanging out with a gay guy in my midst and starting to get drunk...I fear for my ass.
I couldn't believe they had brought a fag to a perfectly decent weekend getaway.
As the night progressed, I had gotten too drunk and decided to go find a bed. I went upstairs and found a nice bed and crashed. I woke up the next morning to find to my horror that the cock polishing, butt pirate had decided to bunk up with me. About the time I realized who he was, his leg reached over and touched mine. It was like I got shot out of a canon the speed I flew out of that bed. I was hungover and pissed off. I went downstairs and yelled at Cody. I also realized someone had drawn on me with a magic marker. The artist had decided on a penis and an inscription that read "little boy's penises here." I rolled my eyes and hopped in the shower.
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