Halla #3

By Scoop on Sep 26, 2007 12:55 am

On my way home down Myrtle Ave just after finishing a nice glass of Gnarly Head Pinot Noir, it's like the roundest most complex Pinot I've had, and Halla is sitting outside on his fruit stands slouched downn. He's so tired his eyes are wide shut and his lids as puffy as apricots. I holler " Halla Halla" he says "I love you" that's how tired he was man, he couldn't even focus. I'm like a toothpick. What are his glasses like some distortional mirror and the carnival? So he starts laughin his ass off when he realizes it's me. He thought I was one of his lady friends. First thing out of his mouth is he had a 600 lb lady last night and he took her too his house for a good time. Now I knew he liked the fat bottom girls but... He starts to tell me how he's pulling back her folds, flipping here over, and doing his "tree" kama sutra pose(??) with her on his knee and she just had too much meat like an elephant. I asked him if took sexstasy and he said he didn't take anything nor did he need it and that maybe he'd try her again in a year. By this point I've lost it completely. When he stood up to avoid a vagrant drunk passing by he was a much smaller guy than I thought. He was only about 5'8". He's always behind the counter on a raised dais. I have an inkling he's a virgo. Going to ask him tomorrow.