Kate and Jose were in the mood for a wild night of drinking and getting drunk, but, sadly, one thing kept them from it.
They were both broke.
"What about your credit card?" Jose suggested. "Your dad's good for it."
"Can't," Kate told him. "I guess I've been shopping too much lately. The last time I swiped my card it burst into flames."
They both sat there, shaking their beds sadly.
"Hey!" Kate yelped, her head jerking up excitedly. "Do we have any hot dogs?"
"Yeah," Jose told her. "Why?"
"I have an idea," Kate told him.
Her idea was this: she and Jose would go to the Cincinnati Bar District blocks away from UTEP and bar-hop. The bouncers there were notorious for not putting up with any shenanigans. Located so close to the state university, local law enforcement kept a close eye on the partying college students.
"Grab a hot dog," she continued her explanation, "and bring it with you. We'll go into each bar and order a shot. After we toss them back, you unzip your fly, pull out the hot dog, and I'll fall to my knees and pretend to give you oral sex."
Jose laughed. If there was one thing Kate was good at, it was being outrageous.
"That's so stupid," he said, "it's GOT to work."
And that's EXACTLY what they did. Dozens of times. Over and over again. They went into a bar. Ordered a shot. Threw it back. Jose pulled down his zipper and Kate fell to her knees.
"Hey! We don't allow that kind of nonsense in here!" the bartender would usually shout, or something like it.
And, as Kate predicted, they were thrown out of EVERY bar.
Hours later, sufficiently drunk and laughing, Kate told Jose, "That was SO much fun."
"Yeah," Jose agreed, also laughing.
"I'm done for the night," Kate told him. "Throw the hot dog away and let's go home."
That made Jose laugh even harder.
"Throw away the hot dog?" he sputtered. "I threw away the hot dog after the third bar!"