Million

It was me, Peter, and the new guy (Jesse*) this evening. As it turned out, Peter and Jesse already knew each other, so I figured it wouldn't be long before they started talking about things they shouldn't have (but hey, they know about this blog, so anything they say in front of me is definitely being surrendered with acceptance). And predictably enough, Peter soon revealed that for one million dollars he would sleep with William Shatner (because he's "the manliest man in the world...well, him and Sean Connery"). What that has to do with him being Shatner's butt buddy for money, I haven't the foggiest. (Please note I assumed immediately that Shatner would be the top.) I also learned that Peter used to deal drugs to pay the rent and that his father is worth close to a million dollars (he owns "over thirty properties") and this is why Pimpmaster P "can't wait for him to die" so he can finally get his hands on that big ol’ money check. Classy. He sounded like a very low-rent Carl Sagan. Then Jesse chimed in with: "If you only knew how bad Peter really is...the stories I could tell you!" Oh honey, that's okay--I think I've heard enough. And rest assured, if I ever see Shatner, I'll be telling him that Peter's waiting with manly bells on.


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