While Gunner boy swings his d**k.
And the ladies will sigh,
For his balls have gone dry,
And his c**k is the size of a prick.”
What followed was a ripple of shocked silence, first broken by Patrick, who laughed around the rim of his glass and watched Gunner closely. Then Donny slapped the table and hooted, startling the patrons nearby. Gunner, for all he was worth, did his best to remain stoic. But seconds passed, and I refused to look away. Donny almost slid off his chair in hysterics, and eventually, Gunner’s lips twitched upward despite himself. His eyes brightened. “She’s got some bullocks on her, Pat, I’ll give you that,” he said, finally lifting his stare from me. He shook his head and lit a cigarette.
I turned to see Patrick quietly chuckling, watching me.
“Bet they didn’t tea
