
The Peeing Experience
“Daddy, I gotta go.” We are speeding down the interstate with full bellies, Uncle Sergio and Freddie Mercury. Having concluded some Business in San Diego, and then having grabbed some lunch at the best lil wing shack chain restaurant on this side of the moon, Hooters. What? I really do like their wings, and as a matter of fact I did read the articles in Playboy (WHATTTTTT?!)… Look, it’s not my…
