Proof

“I don’t believe it,” Yahoo responded with skepticism.

“Fuck you!” Frank yelled. Frank couldn’t believe that someone wouldn’t believe what he was telling them. It was an insult. “You need fucking proof you asshole. Linda! Get your fucking ass down here, now!” Frank yelled out at the top of his lungs to the point that his joint fell to the couch. Frank pinched the joint out and placed it on the coffee table.

Just then Linda P. Grant came into the living room. Tina was at one time the best looking woman in Keeseville , but now she looked like hell. Her bleached blond hair was showing brown at the roots. Her face was almost plane without makeup on. She lost two teeth in her mouth and it made her whistle when she talked. She somehow kept her figure even if the only thing she consumed anymore were ****, booze, and fast food. At that moment she walked into the living room she was also naked as the day she was born, showing a sunflower tattoo on her ankle and a dog around her groin.

Yahoo just looked at the woman with pitting in his eyes. She looked like she just woke up from the worst night of her life.

Frank pick up the shotgun he keep for intruder.

“Watch this shit,” Frank said to Yahoo. Frank tossed the shotgun to Linda, who didn’t even make a move to catch it. "shoot yourself in the head with that fucking gun,” Frank commanded.

“Okay,” Linda said picking up the gun And shot herself. Yahoo couldn’t believe what he was seeing as Landa stood there. Frank said fake gun cap. “Watch this shit,” Frank said to Yahoo, “Landa, orgasm so fucking hard you pass out, now!”

Yahoo gasped almost as much as Landa as the command sunk into her mind. She gave out a shriek as her arms went flopping around. Her mouth hung open and droll spilled out. Landa’s eyes rolled back into her head as the whites only showed on her face. The woman’s entire body convulsed like she was having a seizure. Her body quaked once, twice, three times, and then mercifully she fell out cold, but that was almost as painful to watch.

“That shit,” Frank said, “is what Cupid can do for you.”

That night Yahoo was so very tempted. In the pockets of his coat were the **** that he was selling, but whenever a hot babe walked by he was tempted to pull out a blunt of Cupid and make her suck his cock. Most of the usual customers just wanted their usual fix, but Yahoo tried to push Cupid. So far there weren’t any takers. It’s said that college is a time for experimentation, but the people out and about the campus that night didn’t seem to want to experiment with Cupid. So Yahoo just leaned against the brick wall of a restaurant, next to an alley for easy escape if the cops came, but public enough for the college students to see him and come to him.