I really want to know more of Lisa’s story. How much is too much? How much did she charge per “load”? Did the asphalt in the alley behind the truck stop scrape up her knees, or was she wearing long pants? Did she earn enough to pay the rent on her trailer, or is she going to have to set up shop in the handicapped stall in the men’s room later? Would downing a bottle of Pepto beforehand help, or should she just spit occasionally? Does she charge extra for swallowing? What color was it when she hurled all over the back seat of the 1986 Trans Am she got a ride home in? Did she have to let the driver use her “rear entrance” to make up for messing up his car, or was he satisfied with the BJ she originally agreed to for the ride? How much scotch did she have to drink to get the taste of semen and shame out of her mouth?
I think he was mostly satisfied with the bj. Considering he was one of those big-you-think-they’re-a-teddy-bear-but-they’re-pedophiles-who-try-to-get-pussy-from-seducing-teenagers-on-WoW types, he was definitely satisfied. As per all the other questions, you’re just as lost as me. Except, maybe her barf was clear, due to the extremely intoxicating amount of vodka, with bits of partially digested hard-boiled egg.
2) “We gather here today to celebrate the life of Lilo and Stitch, they were good fish, always stayed in their tank. They swam like they were meant for the water. Two fish, that always kept their tank clean and complained not about the oxygen level nor the pH. They ate their food with ne’er a moan. We condemn these hearty soles now, to the afterlife, in the name of Poseidon, Neptune, and The Little Mermaid, rest well my friends. Amen.” (toilet flushes)