when Jimmy decided to take that goddamned car out for a drive. It was sunny and not too cold. Most old geezers would be happy to sit in the sunshine, drinking a scotch and water. But not Jimmy. No. He had to be "cool." He decided to go out for a spin to show off his new set of wheels.
Maybe if he wore jockey shorts it wouldn't have been a problem.
But, goddammit, when you're swinging 8" lower than his ass, and he plops down like a sack of potatoes, something's going to get damaged. It's been months now. The pain is constant. If he doesn't do something about it, we're going to pack up our bag and leave.
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