After work.
"How was your weekend?"
"Well, Friday was kind of quiet, but Saturday we had a party to celebrate English Teacher M's birthday. . . "
"What happened?"
"After the girls left at 3:00am or so, we started getting more drunk and bored, and I was treated to the horrific sight of seeing (two of the younger teachers) playing Penis Chicken."
"What the hell is Penis Chicken?"
"Well, you know how, if you play chicken in cars. . ."
"They took out their cocks and . . ."
"Yeah, kind of ran at each other, and the first guy to turn away was the loser."
"Who lost?"
I told him.
"Man, things are just getting worse and worse around here, aren't they?"
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