Some things should be illegal

Other than the usual fat man in a thong bikini on the beach? Aging hippies with guitars at open mic night.

I went to go see a friend read some poetry and another friend play his guitar (which I'd missed) at this little hole in the wall coffee shop. I decided to hang after they were done just to see or hear other people. For the most part, it was weird. A few men, off in their way later years, sang what almost sounded like show tunes about war or some such nonsense.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the last act of the night got up with an electric guitar, along with a guy with a tri bongo set up like thing, and a horn player of some sort. There were parts that were good, don't get me wrong. The words just didn't make sense, either that or I'd had way too much caffeine. The horn player just sat in the back, sipping on a beer, giving only a single toot where it felt appropriate.

I couldn't take it, I gave one of my friends the "come smoke with me" eye and head nod toward the door. When we got outside, I told her I just needed her lighter. For whatever reason the perfect place for my lighter to stay is in my car door. She accused me of using her, I assured her I didn't use her.
That much.

This girl is one of my closest girl type friends, too, so in our conversation the word cock had to have come up more than ten times (that's about when I stopped counting, and there were many more to be had). I knew a man had walked outside to take part in a delicious nicotine love affair, but the cocks just kept rolling out of my mouth, sprinkled with a bit of penis and dick. My friend pointed him and the awkward situation out, I couldn't help but say, pretty loudly actually "Oh my God, she said PENIS."
I don't think he was that amused, he gave that forced kind of giggle that people do when they're nervous or whatever. So chatter moved to the Blue Moon coming up next week.

Maybe that's why I'm so cock crazy..
Mmmmm.. delicious cock, you must eat...

Okay, seriously, I'm done.