The Cunnilingus Pun

This was one of the better ones I've had in a while. After a long shift of throwing out anything made available to me, and most of the material falling flat (though a chorus of groans should count somewhere) the topic of conversation between me and Dapper and all of the lovely ladies came to a connotative comparison of cunnilingus and falatio, and I was the proud owner of the final words when I declared, in a dirty, low-voiced sort of way, that I liked how cunnilingus rolled off the tongue. Pause, as I exit, having walked straight through the passout without missing a beat; and the seconds of silence, as the witnesses put it all together, and realize with low rumbles of approval just what a dirty little ditty I've just layed on them all; and I'm walking away hoping I've impressed Verano, through really I'll take whatever I've gotten. A few nights ago Verano walked off with La Playa, and while I'm happy for one or both of them, Verano's quite the linda, and I'd like to think that the only things standing between her and I are careers and La Playa himself. He's in a bit of a fix, I don't need to step on his toes. I don't want to.
He still hasn't listened to Peace Sells or ...And Out Come the Wolves, though I've insisted he'll like them both. He's been drinking too much instead.
Not that I have much room to talk, but it's not like my habits, in this regard, are controlling me. It's just getting close to, is all. I've learned a degree of control, and La Playa insists he's younger than me.
I was texting with Maow today and I wonder, from the nature of her texts, if Life is draining on her or not. I know what she's like when it's been her and Karfilov for too long. It doesn't help that she's one of the many girls/women that I might be in love with. It depends on how you tip the scales.
Richard has managed to claw up one side of my hand, which will be more of a problem when the Chain busies up again and I'll be handling more citrus. Tonight we shared stale bread and fought over una empanada de la cocinera Aja, and while he didn't lift a paw to aid my dishwashing labors, at least he made it all interesting. Richard doesn't like cigarettes, tequila, or celery, and what's got me is that, after everything he does like, which is generally summed up in the manner of decent food, I'm starting to wonder if the former are emotionally wise choices. Celery included.

I had a strange dream last night that I'm considering turning into a story. I described it to Dapper on the way home so I don't want to describe it again. I'm training Dapper on the bar, even though I don't have the go-ahead. Truth is, he's the best logical choice the Chain has, and I don't want to be around there much longer.