supaunknown wrote:Ah, Leone.
Tell these guys the story about the pussy being insured. What is it? Tell these guys how you stumbled on this whole thing. Come on... Pussy insurance? The insurance pussies? Tell them that story.
Life is stranger than shit, that's all. It's a pisser. No big story.
I got this insurance agent -- this Jew kid named David. He conned me into every policy in the world. Every policy, name it: Dogs, house, wife, life, anything. I'm drinking with the boys one night, he comes in with his wife - a brunette with a nice ass who works for a jeweler - and he's still on the hustle, this guy.
So I wink at the guys, I say, "Look... the most serious policy, you don't have me covered for."
He goes, "What's that, Joe?"
"Cock insurance -- You make me a policy that when it don't work, I get a payment... and I'll write out a check now."
He thinks, and he says, "I don't know if the ac-tu-ality gauges govern this... but we can make a policy. But you gotta guarantee you're in good health now."
I says, "Look, leave her with me. Come back and see if it stands up. If it stands up, you know I'm in good health."
The jerk leaves her. I screw her. Not only that -- she likes it, and she blabs when her boss, the jeweler is shipping stones to Holland... where he keeps his stash in a drawer in the safe... everything. Can't ask for more, right? Except, one better: I never paid the first premium on the new cock policy.
Cock insurance. Life is funnier than shit.