BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 116
conversation with more bullshit about his crotch lice. Just go do what you gotta do, man,
and tell us about it later, okay?
That part went well. “T” went into Al‟s bathroom and shaved. I assume he used
Al‟s razor, although I never heard him ask permission. If it‟d been my razor, I‟d‟ve made
him buy me a new one. After a while, “T” came out to show us the results of his
handiwork.
Just that was pretty damned funny. “T” was very tall, and extremely thin. Maybe
130 pounds and six feet, or better. When he came out of the bathroom, he wore nothing
but the standard knee-high black socks. That‟s it; nothing else. Not a hair left on his
crotch, and he does have a pretty good sized kabonger. He also wears size thirteen shoes.
My small hands and size elevens disprove that old theory, „cause mine‟s even
bigger than his.
We asked him if it worked. He looked like Paul Newman for a moment with his
sad expression. He said it hadn‟t helped. They were still driving him crazy.
We lost interest and started talking about other things.
Soon, “T” had another inspiration. He disappeared. No one knew where he‟d
gone until a couple minutes later when we heard him scream. It was the sound of a
woman being gang raped by a heard of buffalos. Awesome, eerie, wailing noises that
made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Completely naked except for his knee-
high black socks, “T” sprinted into the living room, his face a mask of pain. He began
bouncing around the room, always on one foot, changing feet every yard or so. The man
was acting insane.
I looked at his groin, skin chafed and raw from shaving with a razor, and asked
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