Note: Part way through writing this piece of flash fiction, I got my testicles caught in a band saw. Industrial accidents are a horrible thing. Always wear protective clothing.
Billy-Bob turned to Jethro and said: “Hey man, let’s drive into town and get us some pussy.”
“Yeah, BB. You know there’s nothing I love better’n driving into town for some pussy.”
“Hey man, let’s take your Mustang.”
“Yeah, BB. She’s a sweet ride. Nothing better’n driving around in this here Mustang—’cept maybe some pussy.”
“I know, we can drive your Mustang into town for some pussy.”
…
Billy-Bob turned to Jethro and said: “Hey man, will you look at that sky!”
“Yeah, BB. I love when the clouds blow in all fluffy like that. Makes me think of goose-down pillows.”
“Hey man, do you smell those flowers?”
“Yeah, BB. Nothing better’n the smell of flowers on a sunlit day.”
“I’m feeling lonely. Wanna hold my hand?”
“Sure thing. Let me set down my Chardonnay.”
“Hey man, why’s that cat playing so close to the band saw?”
