Barton Springs

Charles called me this morning. I'm pretty sure Mike told him to call me for a couple reasons. The first being to wake me up because he knew I was getting to the sex parts of my dreams, a secret I confessed to him that I now completely regret and that he uses to his sick ways to prevent me from getting any guilt free sex. The second being to invite me to Barton Springs.

The thing about Barton Springs is that it's too cold; and Mike knows this. Mike invites me through Charles. I ask Charles why we don't just swim at my pool which isn't the temperature of a glacier and is free. Charles says that Mike is meeting his (SECRET FRIEND) at Barton Springs. What this means is that Mike swims in a wrestling outfit. Mike does this so he won't appear cold. He's bringing me and Charles along to emphasis his masculinity in front of his (SECRET FRIEND) by pointing out what pussies we are because although (at least in my case) covered in fur they can't handle the water like he can.

But most of all because he knows I hate Barton Springs.