The Eternal Donkey Search is Over

Last Wednesday, while loafing around the pool on a Carnival Cruise with some new and old friends and, of course, some Cold Beverages(-G-Love and the Special Sauce). Hank starts up with something or another about wanting to see a donkey in Mexico. Sassy L, shortly after, asks Hank for a drink. "Anything" she says. Hank returns in a few moments handing Sassy L the drink in a tall tropical yellow glass. "What is it?" inquires Sassy L. "A Donkey Punch" replies Hank. And so began the obssesion with the Donkey. Everything that day became about a Donkey and much to our dissmay, there were no Donkeys to be seen at our port in Mexico, but the desire lived on and so did the talk of Donkeys, so much so that for three fucking days after the cruise, while in Fort Lauderdal, there were three of us still looking for the fucking donkey! We were told that even the closest Zoo didn't have donkeys. No Donkeys at a zoo? What? Are they common every day house pets now? We no longer put donkeys in zoos? Is this because there is such a demand for them in the Porn industry? Apparently Donkeys are too busy getting blown, whipped and fucked to be part of some tourist attraction now. Well the short and skinny of it all is that it has stayed on my mind untill now. Hank this one is for you, my friend. I hope we can all sleep well tonight knowing the Donkey has been put to rest!

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Hank Beaded up on a Donkey in Mexico

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