T H E C A M P I N G T R I P
BY: Paul William Fassett
Yeah, my wife gets around. She gotten around to just about every house on the block. That's why I don't sleep with her anymore. It would be like raw dogging it with a prostitute. Don't know what kinds of exotic STDs you could get from that thing. As if it weren't bad enough my kids tore that thing up coming out of her, now I got every guy with half a hard on wearing her out like hobo with a dumpster coat. Don't look so surprised Brad. Everyone knows my wife has been sleeping around. The neighborhood knows it. I know it. You know it...
I can tell by the look on your face you're angry. I would be angry to if someone was bad mouthing my girlfriend.
Now you look confused. Well, allow me to clear things up for you, Brad. You have been fucking my wife.
You think that I didn't know? You thought this camping trip was your idea? You thought we would come out here, act like best pals, and you would break the news to me gently? You might have even prepared yourself for a little fist fight. We would wrestle around, hit each other a couple times and at the end we would hug it out. Best friends forever, bros before hoes!
Sit the fuck down!
I'm the one with the axe, Brad. So listen.
Did you think I was just going to let you run away with my wife, live in my house, raise my kids! And I wouldn't do anything about it! I thought you knew me Brad. Hah! I thought we were close.
Don't run away Brad. You're just making this hard on yourself!