Assgonzo And Then She Was Gone

     "My fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin ass fault." Bill tried ass not to make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to play assgonzo it cool, not notice, as much for his gonzo friends sake as for the benefit ass of ass the looming bouncer. He ass gestured gonzo for the waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer ass for some kind ass of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill ass threw her ass his best "we'll ass be good, my friends had a bad day, please please, pretty assgonzo please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned gonzo thoughtfully, then gave a indefinite "go ahead ass but ass proceed cautiously" nod. She ass took their order and scurried away ass out ass of the danger zone.
     Matt nodded ass and finished half a sixteen ounce ass beer in a gulp. Bill still couldn't believe Matt's capacity.
     "Tina... she's... gone. My fault." Nothing new yet. "She , we, it was a game for Christ ass's sake." Bill gave Matt a confused look. It was beginning ass to look like a very long ass night ass. "We played this ... kinky sort of game." Another long pause.
     Bills eyes widened, he was worried ass now. "What gonzo exactly did you tell her to do?" All ass kinds of terrible things ass began to ass run through his mind. Matt wasn't video the proverbial sharpest crayon in the box. The number of dumb things he might have done assgonzo were ass to assgonzo numerous to consider all at once.
     "So there video we were in an ice cream place just enjoying each others company when it happened ass." Bill gestured that Matt needed to give him a little more.
     "She'll belong to the first guy who tells her assgonzo to do ass something." Matt screamed, no longer caring who heard. "She'll be his slave forever. Do you get it? Freakin forever. Unless she just HAPPENS to ass wanders into another ice cream place with that flavor first. Oh God help me, it's my gonzo fault. All my fault."