What kind of pleasure? Pure Pleasure.
As is customary, we stop at this little slice of Heaven every year, just outside of Albert Lea, MN. Of course, we’re not allowed to take pics inside, so use your imagination.
Kyle, the “pleasure clerk”, gave us the run down on a lot of goodies inside, including the finer details of how Dante’s Auto Erotic Chair works. ”What’s Dante’s Auto Erotic Chair?”, you might ask? A jungle gym of 90 degree welded black steel with 2 pneumatic plungers for your weapon of choice. He sold us a lighter that exposes the junk of some dude dressed up like a gay Billy Idol when heated up.
Some filthy, overweight junkie is trying on some suggestive costumes with her equally “winning” boyfriend. She asks us if we’re gay, then offers to give us free drugs when we leave. We decide we better stick it out inside with Kyle, who also knows this chick sucks at life. If he had tits and was 4ft shorter, we’d take him home with us.
We get gas, get back on the road…. 30 minutes later. Madison ETA: 2am.
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