Max held up the rag. “This fucker"s so stiff I can hold it sideways and it"ll look like a flag, flyin" in the wind.”
Max and Jeremiah chuckled. Jim Bob didn"t.
“Please, no,” pleaded Jim Bob, crying now.
“Please, no,”“It"s so stiff I figured it would get up and walk away sometime,” Max said. “Catholics believe jerkin" off is murder. This rag here? It"s a goddamn mass killing. I probably shot a hundred loads into it.”
“That"s disgusting,” said Jeremiah.
“Like you don"t got a c*m rag.”
“I don"t.”
“Then what do you do?”
“I c*m in a sock.”
Max made a disgusted face. “Then what? You put it on and wear it?”
“f**k no. I just use it for that.”
“For blowin" loads into?”
“Yeah,” said Jeremiah, nodding.
“So it"s basically the same thing.”
Jeremiah shrugged.
Max moved towards Jim Bob, ho
