“Hello again, friends. We all know why we’re here, right?”
“The weather is horrible”
“….Oh Jerry, enough with the Hitler stuff”
“Wow, I did…..Nazi….that coming”
“SHUT UP, Jerry, Christ!”
“Let’s get down to business”
Jerry and his group gathered around the old, oak table. The table, round in nature, allows all of the guys to see each other face to face. They place their guns on the table in front of them, and they start their chant.
This chant continues until their booze is gone and their dicks are thoroughly hard!