Tits Ahoy Clocks In

Saturday morning, Tits Ahoy called the Lazy K ten minutes before we opened. The Rhino was sure Tits Ahoy was calling in sick or late with a hangover. But she was just calling to be clocked in, because the CSB asked Tits Ahoy to bring her some percodans and dog snacks at the dog show. And delivering drugs and dog treats to the CSB at the dog show is something you get paid to do at the Lazy K.

Later in the afternoon we got a call that Tits Ahoy's sister was seen stumbling out of some guy's apartment and staggering down Main Street in broad daylight.

The CSB has had an eye infection for the last week, and looks particularly old and frightening. She got bacteria in her eye when she was cleaning the dog shit off Bandit's tail on the front counter, while customers were buying motorcycles.

Star and his meal ticket might break up. Star saw a car he likes, and the meal ticket told him it was a trash car that only a loser would buy, and that she expects better of him. Why? Star said the meal ticket can buy whatever she wants, but he's got a 20 grand down payment sitting in the parking lot, the Tahoe he bought three months ago. He's buried in it, and can't trade it in for another five and a half years. Better go back to buying video games. Star spent most of Saturday back in the service department with Baby Hitler, reading something on the computer.

Speaking of getting buried in something, Paco finally got rid of his clown bike, the Buell in circus colors that would look good being ridden around in circles under the big top. The CSB took him to the cleaners when he traded it in for his new ZX-14, which must be a good one, because it was mighty expensive. He's buried. But Paco is happy, now he can escape his wife and litter and ride around in circles on his Kawasaki in his Harley jacket and faggy chaps. You would think someone who knows how to sell bikes would know how to buy them too. Talk about a waste of ass kissing. He should have offered her a handful of his wife's pain meds and twenty dollars.

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