by Justin Le
Across from Sugar Mama’s Dulce Dynasty was The Sexy Burger. The Sexy Burger, what the restaurant was named after, was just that—a big ol’ lump of juicy dead cow drippin’ with enough blood to drown a vampire. That stuff would kill ya, but not before making it rain in more ways than one: making slippery indigestion run down your bowels and out your pooter, and making it rain out from between the customers’ hands like at a strip club, all flicka-flicka-flicka-flicka like and straight into the boss’s oversized pockets….
This is Justin Le’s first publication.
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