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Now most guys — and certainly every guy named Clint — aspires to have a threesome in his life, or at least wouldn’t turn one down. But this, friends, was what us straight folk call “not the cool kind” — a threesome of the two-guy-one-girl variety that has very little upside. And at some point in the rendezvous, something clearly went awry. Parts touched. Eyes locked. Swords crossed. Something went down, and either Clint or Ruffin — probably both of them, and probably right around the time the drugs wore off — decided their manhood had been threatened. They started fighting, rolling around the floor. Presumably naked. More parts-touching. More eye-locking. More manhood perceived lost.

Now at this point, you have to figure they were on the verge of waking the baby. And while Serena Brooks will tolerate two half-cocked men sharing her on a Monday night, she will not — will not! — allow those men to wake her sleeping child!

So she stabbed them. Because, you know, everyone knows the way to break up a fight between two guys who were just moments earlier rochambeauing for the honor of first insertion is not to sit naked on the bed, softly calling them back to your bosom. No, that would never work. Everyone knows you have to stab them each in the back.

LOL - I love this guy’s writing.  Very funny.

Gotta hand it to the guy…he could definitely produce some hits.  Terrible that he died at such an early age, though. :(