He called the beer a "Bronson" and entered

He called the beer a "Bronson" and entered the hipster ranks along with

his "Bronson" in one hand and his ID on the other cause he looked so much younger than he really was.Henry Castle Jr. was a 35 year old lawyer living in Manhattan when he met

Sgt Haymon, a pink boxer wearing kind of man. Henry Castle Jr said you new in town and offered to buy him a drink. I'll have a rum & coke, but I don't drink with lawyers Sgt. said

but for you, I'll make an exception. Rum &Cokes turned into Jager Bombs, and 5 hours later Henry Castle Jr and Sgt Haymon were giggling like schoolgirls. When the lights came on,

the Port Authority found Hank and the sarge unconscious -- and dolled up like harlots. A blank-faced bureaucrat sniffed at a tumbler. "Ardbeg and Ecstasy." Two smelling salts later

Hank and the sarge were wiping off their lipstick and unzipping their corsets. They agreed it WAS possible for whisky to be too peaty and would stick to Jura in the future. Quite

a good decision it was, they all agreed later as they lounged around languidly, still wearing their fishnets & nothing more. "Ah," said Hank to Sarge, "This is the life. I wouldn't

change a thing." He sighed contentedly. Shifting in his seat, Sarge adjusted his garter. "Well now, I can think of a few things." he said gruffly. "I wish I really was a woman. If

I had breasts, I could bribe the polo without question in a heartbeat. Maybe I will become a women; sex changes are only

A Belinda Franklin in Transexylvania. Four breasts, three thighs & three wings got the pollos gizzard & I became "Clucky Clara" the Country Fried Chicken mascot. Parts is parts!