Brandon the Paralegal

So my friend Brandon lives in Boston, and he and a bunch of co-workers went out to a club the other night. He went outside to catch a quick cigarette and asked some guy for a light. Brandon said that all he wanted was fire and acted like it was nothing more than an exchange of pleasantries. After his smoke he went back inside until the end of the ngiht.

Fast-forward to the next day, when he gets forwarded a craigslist posting from one of his co-workers:


Looking back on it now, Brandon probably should have pointed out that he doesn't like anal sex with men BEFORE he gave this guy head.