After a brief but animated discussion it was decided that the direction of Jerusalem faced the men's room across the corridor, so they pray in that direction. Nanou, a trollish twentysomething telemarketer, seized control of the prayer service. Not that he wanted to show off his sweet voice or prayer fluency, Nanou was desperately seeking atonement. Too much shit had happened over the past week to risk getting hit by a bolt of lightening with Yom Kippur months away.
It happened during the groom's stag party in Vegas a week ago where in hind site, Nanou realized that it wasn't the best idea to share that Russian hooker with his best friend, Jackie, another legendary cocksman. And it was even a worse idea to play the gentleman and let Jackie have the crack with the Muscovite treat.
Nanou had no idea that a man could hold out so long while the sweet Slavic treat slurped away. After a seemingly eternal two hundred and forty-three seconds -- (Nanou was timing it) -- the kid gloves came off. Nanou got up and yanked out Jackie's throbbing member from Tsarina Slurpski's hard working lips.
"Enough already, Jackie! You're exaggerating!" Nanou cried while stuffing the fair maiden's gaping mouth with his mighty warrior. "I'm paying for this too!"
"You fucking grabbed my dick, Nanou. You - grabbed - my - dick," Jackie fumed while rushing off to the bathroom to wash off Nanou's paw prints from his pecker. He took a whiff and felt like vomiting...Pineapple chicken. That Nanou, that rascal -- he didn't wash his hands after the all-you-can-eat Chinese food buffet.
"Get over it already, " Nanou said while writhing in ecstasy. "Can't you see I'm having fun?...Ahhhh...Oh yes, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby..."
But that was then and this was now. Nanou began the evening prayer service.
"Barchu et Adonai HaMivorach," Blessed be the Lord the praised One, Nanou chanted as he exchanged winks with his forgiving cousin, Jackie. That's what friends are for.
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