I had just finished up in a Memphis whorehouse back in 2006 or so when this half-naked guy with a very small dick asked me for $20 to pay his blow-job bill, "or they're gonna break my friggin legs," he said, as tears streamed down his pimple-infested puss. So I gave him the Jackson, what the hell.
The guy said he was a rug salesman from Minnesota and would pay me back. So I gave him my email address, what the hell.
I didn't expect to hear back from the dude but the very next week I get this email that I'm now a member of some idiotic gaming clan. I didn't game, but I figured, what the hell.
So I went out and bought COD2 and well, you know the rest of the story.