Killer Cody: Tales from the farm
Home town Dallas, Texas was getting too hot and humid so I skipped and headed north to New England. I was twenty years old at the time and I was getting a little sick of going to gun shows with the old man, and besides my shorts just wern't cutting it these days. I got on a plane and GPS'd several Hooters establishments in the Bay State. I needed to figure out a way of getting into those girls shorts. They were indeed no where to be found in any retail outlet. On the plane I hatched the idea of throwing a fake birthday party at one of the restaurants and then tricking one of the girls out of her pants. Sounds hard right?
