I love this thread.
I’d bet Boss Hogg “loves” it too in his own way. Probably checks in every night. I’d would too if I had as much free time as him and my career is hinging on fading hope that people stop talking about the scandal. I’ll attempt to express an evening in the life of Lloyd Evans by writing in prose.
“It was another futile night at the Swanky Monkey Bar. The chilly spring mist clung to my 5 day old beard as I walked through the streets of the Zagreb financial district back home. My rendition of Dancing Queen wasn’t much of a hit with the crowd as the girl I had been interested in for the past few months excused herself soon after I approached her. Always telling me she has friends to meet. Such a pity.
My stride up the stairs became more urgent as I neared my attic flat. I knew what must be done, and quickly. If it had not been for Pornhub, I’d have to have my dosages increased. At least this was the more natural method to relieve my frustration. It took me less than 3 minutes this time. The girl from tonight will never know what she was missing. Her loss. Bitch. The disinterested squeals from the stars of Anal-Rama 12: Trip to Thailand were fading from my temporarily discarded smartphone as I searched for my sailor’s rag to wipe up the aftermath. I thought I put it under by bed? There it is, between the bed and the wall.
My thoughts turned to tomorrow and thus the end of my 10 day weekend. Tibor will have to wait a little while longer at Ramacro. ‘Looking more like 2 in the afternoon, bud. See you then.’”