Day XIC

The BJ

     Booty smiled, paused a little for effect, and continued.

     “Well det dumb ass got hesef a blow job last night.”

     “So what’s da big deal?” someone asked.

     “Yea, ten pesos in town, so what?”

     The going rate was around three point seventy five pesos to the dollar, in town we got four pesos to the dollar. They loved dollars down town, at the airmans club, we got three point seven five. Anyway, that would’ve been around two dollars, and fifty cents for the blow job.

     “Na, na na it wuzn’t nutin like that y’all,” he said as he waived his right hand back and forth in the air, took a swig a beer, then continued.

     “A fag sarge crawled up ta his bunk, ina middle ada night, slicked up ta his Johnson, and played it like a flute ona foith a Joo lie, man.”

     “Ahhhhhhh shit, man…Facccccck! Eeeeuck…Haw haw haw…he hee heeee…”

     He paused for a moment, taking another swig of his San Miguel, waiting for us to quiet down.

     “Det dumb ass mofo din sez a thing, y’all!” he screamed, and continued.

     “Ina moining, he goes right tada cap. Tells him, he was dreaming, and when he wokey up, he found diz hea sarge sucking up his shaft. He said he thought it was his girl, till he woke up. He reported da sarge, and after he filed his report, da captain dismissed him. But as he was about to

leave, as he was reaching for da doh, da cap sez:

     “One more thing airman…did ya enjoy yourself?”

     A long pause for effect again, then he smiled, almost cracked up, there were a few he hee heees amongst us, then he continued.