Pharma Bro Pounded In The Butt By T-Rex Comedian Bill Murky And A Clan Of Triceratops Rappers Trying To Get Their Album Back by Chuck Tingle

Author:Chuck Tingle [Tingle, Chuck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-09T22:00:00+00:00

Its not long before we find a local coffee shop with a mysterious round symbol stuck inconspicuously on the outer window, a signal to those of us who know what to look for.

Our group heads inside, trying to act as casual as possible.

The man helping us is young and fun, a surfer dude who’s surprisingly handsome for being covered in tattoos with more piercing than I can count. His shop is only a small walk up the main drag of souvenir stands and bong boutiques that line the graffiti covered beach boardwalk.

“What would you like?” The handsome young guy asks. “The dark roast is fresh!”

“Actually, I’m not really in the mood for coffee.” I tell him, my heart beating hard within my chest. “How about a donut?”

“Oh yeah, we’ve got those.” The man says, nodding. “Apple fritter? Maple bar?”

I hesitate for a moment, not quite sure how to go about this. “Do you have anything a little… gayer?”

The man freezes for a moment, then glances around to make sure our small group of friends are the only people in the store. The coast is clear, but he still seem skeptical of me.”

“Why would you think we had living gay donuts here?” The man asks.

I’m not exactly sure how to play this, so I reluctantly decide to proceed with some honesty. “Well, there was that donut symbol on the window. Is that code?”

The guy shrugs. “Could be.”

We stand here for a minute with the counter between use, neither one moving from our position.

“So… coffee then?” The man finally says.

I sigh, turning back around to face my friends but something stops me abruptly in my tracks. Adventure isn’t about where you are, but who you are deep within. I could easily just call it a night right then and there, but at this moment I recognize that it’s time to step up and make something happen. I turn back around.

“Listen.” I say. “I know that there’s a gay donut bar around here, and I may be a country boy but I’m not stupid. I might not have the password or whatever it is that you need me to say, but I recognize the symbol and I give you my word, I’m not a cop.”

The guy behind the counter cracks a smile, amused by my sudden rush of confidence. “You’re asking for someone else, right?” the guy ask with a slight twinkle in his eye.

“No.” I respond, confused. Sam kicks me lightly in the shin.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” The guy behind the counter continues. “Because most of the living donuts have moved back to Europe. The rest are in hiding, afraid of getting deported.”

Sam seizes the moment and interjects. “We’re wondering for some friends.”

“Oh, well in that case I think I can do something for you!” The guy says, looking up with a wide smile and a wink. “I know some places. Actually, I might be about to help you out later tonight, have your friends call me.”

“Really?” I blurt, unable to hide my excitement.

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