Chapter 115

2 years later... "So a guy walks into a bar," Sean begins, sipping at his McDonald's milkshake loudly as we sat in the 100° heat, "And he's got a pet alligator by his side." "Sean, not this again..." I groaned, slowly feeling the effects of being stuck in a car for six hours with the new transfer officer taking hold. A transfer officer who should really invest in some deodorant... "No no, bear with me-- this one's funny." He replied, almost giggling like a school girl as he shifted slightly in his seat, "Guy walks into a bar, he puts the alligator up on the counter and turns to the other people there." "He says, 'I'll make you a deal. I'll open this here gator's mouth and put my dick inside.'" I looked at him in slight apprehension. "Stay with me, stay with me." He defended, continuing to giggle under his breath, "The gator, has to close his mouth for one minute; then he'll open his mouth, and this guy's junk