Then he got topless! This was too much - after thrashing about on the dancefloor, Sam got hot and decided that he was going to take his shirt off. The bartender came over and was like "You gotta put your shirt back on." Sam was like "But I'm hot!" and the bartender was all "Ummmm, sorry you're hot, dude. But you gotta put your shirt back on." Hahaha.
Somewhere around this time we realized that Shane and the rest of the group (of about 10 other people) had totally disappeared on us. I think our dancing embarrassed them and they just plain fucking left us.
From L to R: Shane the birthday boy, Crazy (yes, his name is Crazy), Sammy and me. After hanging out at this place for a while, Shane, who was tired from moving all day, called it a night.
Sammy had just helped his friend Shane move into a new apartment in Hoboken and wanted me to come out there to meet them as they celebrated Shane's birthday. I walked 10 blocks, hopped on the PATH at Christopher Street and headed towards Jersey. Twenty minutes later we were reunited!
Here's a little variation on the theme...instead of going right for the make-out, Sam weaves his penis through the fence slats so he can share his "joy" with the people hanging out at a party in the yard next door.
The other thing about Sam is that his dick is pretty big...I guess that's why he's always taking it out. Anyway, usually soon after his junk comes out...he'll start making out.
See, here's the thing about Sam: he takes out his junk more than anyone that you know. I swear to Christ, get two beers in the kid and either his dick or his balls or both come out.
