one in the pinky and one in the stinky

these two hot asian fags got in my cab towards the end of my shift, after j-- had cut me off and stolen my fare (all in good fun, right?). i had rolled down my window and screamed 'i have your number!' a couple times at her and scooted over to the two faggots with their arms out. they jumped in and asked who that was that i was talking to. 'my girlfriend' 'oooh your a dyke?' 'what do you do?' 'what do i do?' 'what do you do in bed?' 'ummm' 'double dildos? eat pussy every night?' 'is that what everybody thinks when they think of what dykes do?' 'what do you do then? i want to hear about the roast beef slapping' 'um i am shy' 'come one tell us!' 'oh you know, she fists me, that sort of thing' 'NO!' they shreaked. 'Look at me.' one of them said and i turned around and looked in his face 'oh yeah shes been fisted' he said 'i have too!' he said. 'i have never been fisted in the ass though, that sounds interesting.' i said to him. 'you like one in the pinky and one in the stinky?' the other one asked 'sure' 'ooh i would if i could, gimme three in the pinky and one in the stinky no thats not enough gimme four in the pinky and two in the stinky.'

'do you want to have kids?' one of them asked.

'naah theres enough people on the planet'
'dont you want to see what it would look like if you had a baby'
'i am not that narcissistic' i answered. 'Anyway, its mean to the kid in my opinion, what kind of life is it going to be living in forty years? dont you think the planet is going to be a much worse place? if san francisco is even here, we are gonna be in the middle of a water war'

he was very quiet after that about kids. i mean, isnt that why we are gay in the first place? population control darling.