Hot Line Sex Survey


After leaving the store, Larry looked at a street phone that had a phone number printed on it: 555-6969. He decided, "What the hell," and dialed the number. The National Hot Line Sex Survey asked him about his favorite sexual things, and promised him a prize for participating, but they hung up without giving it to him.

"Probably a bummer prize anyway!"

Then an old wino stumbled towards him and asked for spare change, or a drink. Larry was very generous and gave him the bottle of cheap wine. The wino, in turn, gave Larry his trusty pocket knife to defend himself from sexy, but dangerous, girls, and stumbled off into the night.