Vacation with Catfish

Today while I was waiting for a suppository to dissolve in my anus I remembered that I haven't heard from my b.f.f. Catfish Alomar Jr in like a year. I can't remember why exactly we haven't talked in such a long time but I think it has something to do with skeletons.

I remember once ol' Catfish helped my son and I out of a real bind. We had one girl each and one condom total and Catfish reminded us that we could reuse it if we made sure we turned it inside out.

". . . that way it's ribbed for your pleasure, not hers."