Can’t Eat Enough Candy

A Bambi Sandwich

Red and I have meticulously rolled 20 joints as party favors. The gambling room is filled with enough weed smoke to make Cheech and Chong proud. Red is of course sitting on my lap. She is my personal roach clip and Bull funeller.

Four football players along with Red and I are gambling. I’m unfamiliar with the meatheads at the table with the exception of my boy Coop. He is a badass wide receiver; through the years we have unintentionally shared numerous co-eds on the yard.

He is eyeing My Lil Red Riding Hood like the wolf in grannys clothing that I know him to be. Red is looking so sexy. She had to change out of her KP outfit due to a rip in the crotch area.

While Coop is dealing the cards, Red is giving me a sexual shotgun and feeding me a Bull.

Does the house provide all players with a hottie for their lap? Coop asks.

Dude, ain’t but one KingKade I see at this table. But for you my nigga. I reply.

I signal Red, she goes in her cute fanny pack and hands each player a fat doobie.

You da man Kade. Coop says. Not a hottie but pretty damn close.

I take my little Hottie’s hand and we exit the room and walk down the hallway. I allow Red to go first cause I want to see her…