Bathtime
So my entire bathroom was covered in painters drop cloths, aka: cut up garbage bags and masking tape. I was out of propane and had been cold “showering” in the kitchen sink, one body part at a time. I desperately wanted a long, hot shower. Ass Hat called his friend, Snake, and he arranged for me to take a shower at another friends place, Remington. Remington had an efficiency apartment and was dating Jenga. Snake had keys to their place and didn’t think Remington was home, so I gathered my “shower caddy” and rode over to Remington’s place with Snake. When we arrived, he saw Remington’s car in the parking lot. He said, “Just go with it.” I didn’t really know what was going on, but I prepared anyway. He had me wait by the car while he ran inside.
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