There are some things I live without...  Most of them are all of the good things that make everyone happy, like puppies, like the internet, like pudding.  But right now, right now I'm in the zone.  Not the pizone mind you, which I may add, is just a clever ploy by pizza hut to make you buy calzones, it has nothing to do with genetalia.  The suit may be like $4,000, and all I did was just grab his crotch.  Why would anyone advertise a p-zone if they weren't going to deliver.  I mean, I had my doubts, there are very few services nowadays whom will deliver a young man or woman to your door for you to fondle their crotch, or PEE-ZONE, but pizza hut has always done legitimate business in the past; their recent move to escort services seemed to promise me quality product for less, and in a friendly family atmosphere.  What I got was a surly man whom was anything but cordial, and anything but pleasant. 

So anyways yeah, that's how I spent the rest of my weekend, feeling men up for loose change.  Actually it really involved a lame party, some late-night I-hop, and what I would like to call a category 1 orgy.  Believe me, it's not nearly as sexy as you think.  Or is it?  Yes it is.  Or is it?

YOH I"M RHETT