It was last Saturday. I arrived at Mullet girl's store. She had a scowl on her face, which isn't much different than any other day, but she also adorned an odd glazed over look in her eyes. I decided to take the bait. "What's wrong, Suzy?" I asked without even a hint of inquisitiveness. "Tiffany, these people are sickos!" She replied.
I kind of let it go in one ear and out the other until a sales girl came out of the fitting rooms holding a used condom. "Somebody left a bunch of balloons in the fitting room... with spit in them." I was in shock. I yelled at the sales girl to throw it away and go wash her hands. "That's definitely not a balloon," I said.
I went over to the fitting rooms to check out the situation. The first stall I approached seemed fine enough, the second had some clothes in it, and the third... "Oh My!" A teenage girl and her Latin lover were going to town on each other right before my eyes. I politely told them to get dressed and go splurge on a cheap room at the local Motel 6. A few minutes later, they exited in a hurry. Her hair resembled Diana Ross in deep humidity, and he looked like he had just expelled the grandest shit of all time. He was smiling from ear to ear.
I scoped out the infamous fitting room. On the bench were two more used condoms, and a money shot oozing down the mirror. I immediately yelled for the sales girl to come on over and clean up.
I'm wondering how that little boy had so much juice in him. By the looks of the fluid that exited him, he should have been lifeless, but he was a champ, a real trooper.
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