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The Zoo is already packed. I pull right up front to my usual handicapped spot. (I know, but they didn’t have VIP parking). I pound up the bouncers at the door. They wave me in.
I’m on the hunt for a southern slut to position spread eagle but first I need a drink. I head straight to the bar.
The Zoo has been my favorite spot since I was a high school senior and got lucky with a Nasty Dirty Blonde.
It was Crazy Zack’s then, but for some reason unknown to me, after freshman year, the owners changed the name
As I look around at all the different species: lambs & bambies, lions & tigers, gazels & stallions; I now understand the name change.
Tonight I’m feeling like Mufasa, top of the food chain: Trying to locate a Unicorn in this thick jungle of humanity will not be easy. Luck would have it and I spot the precious prey.
I go for her like a hungry tiger that has spotted his meal for the rest of the weekend. I’m fastly approaching, she still hasn’t seen me.
Then, without warning: Ra Base’s song starts to play. It Takes Two to Make a Thing Go Right. Oh no, not now. I hear her screams.
