I was sitting still, digesting my chili cheese dog and I heard the unmistakeable wail of Bono and the Gang. Thinking it was the stereo of a car driving up Thurlow heading for the U2 concert, I ignored it. (Oh wait, that was last week.) Then I happened a glance over to GATS and noticed he had a U2 concert playing on his giant cockV. Then I noticed that the “Elevation” I was hearing synched perfectly with the crest of Bono’s upper lip meeting his lower and the tilt of his head was at just the angle one might expect if one was watching a performance of “Elevation.”
Yes my friends, GATS has U2 LIVE in his living room and with his windows open and my windows open, the traffic is no match for the STADIUM SURROUND SOUND! It’s just like being there except at least I can’t smell the GATS’s pot smoke or feel his hand on my ass.
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