|Posted by NaneQuartay on October 11, 2011 at 5:10 PM|
The bell above the door jangled and Michael Larry burst into the room with a big smile on his face. “I think that I found me The One!” he announced.
A chorus of disbelief erupted. “Not again!”
“What about The One?” Caz said. Caz was an experienced hound, the father of many babies, and he so enjoyed it whenever he encountered a young pup that he could teach how to bark. Caz had slyly questioned Michael Larry, measuring the depth of his game and came away satisfied that Michael Larry wasn’t boasting about his conquests, he was simply relating his experiences. Caz identified with that. “What you gonna do about her then? The womens is always gonna be around man. Your ass-cam detector gonna go off every day. What then?”
“Caz,” Dale said. “What the hell is a ‘ass-cam detector’?” All heads swung to Caz for an explanation; he was known to come up with some wild shit sometimes.
“None of ya’ll know what an ass-cam is? None of ya’? No wonder ya’ll all still virgins.”
“You don’t know neither,” Dale said.
“See? That was some virginal shit to say right there! Okay. An ass-cam detector. Okay. Here’s the perfect example. Say that we sittin’ here, like we are now, talking shit, and a fine, sexy ass woman walks past that window right there! None of us is looking in that direction, we ain’t looking for the ass! We talking, right? Minding our own, right? You know what would happen then? Your ass-cam detector goes off - beep, beep, beep - and detects that ass and even though you ain’t lookin’ that way, you know that it’s there and your horny sexuals make you turn your head and look.” Caz, who had been leaning forward, intent on explaining himself, now leaned back in his seat, satisfied. “You don’t see it, you don’t hear it, you don’t smell it. You feeeelllllll it! Ass-cam detector, man!.”
“Anyway!” Porter spoke to Michael Larry. “You finally met The One, huh?”
“Ass-cam!” Caz said. “You got the ass and the camera is in the sexual consciousness… of your miiiiiiiind! Ass-cam!”