696. Virgil’s booze money

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Most of Virgil’s friends were having a hard time in their first year at university. It wasn’t the tuition fees that were difficult; parents looked after that side of things in the main, and they had readied themselves for such expenses for years. And it wasn’t the cost of text books for each paper studied that was the great hardship. Parents had planned for that aspect as well.

What really got Virgil’s friends was the cost of booze. They were young only once, and the price of weekend partying was pretty crippling. And yet Virgil managed. He always seemed to have spare cash for partying on Saturday nights. His parents were not that well off. Virgil’s friends asked him his secret, but he wouldn’t tell. Surely he wasn’t a thief.

What Virgil had discovered was that, once he was in the system, a few minutes at the sperm bank a couple of times a week to make a deposit was all it took. Getting booze money was a pleasure.

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44 thoughts on “696. Virgil’s booze money

              1. Cynthia Jobin

                I read somewhere (probably in some piece of flash fiction), that they used to use porn magazines in those places….do they use iPads now, or have live porn streaming flatscreens in every room/cubicle? Just wondrin’ …..

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                1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                  Well, Cynthia, (to my humble embarrassment) I don’t actually know! I’d imagine that flat screens hanging on the wall would be a lot more hygienic. One simply wouldn’t know where a magazine of such ilk had been… (P.S. Automatic correct just changed “such ilk” to “suck ilk” – it’s more intelligent than I thought).

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  1. Cynthia Jobin

    First I read this, and laughed. Then I listened to your reading, and laughed some more—I love hearing you read! Then I thought about all the young’uns in their prime and what they’ll do for money….I was reminded of the girls at a Catholic women’s college I knew, who lap danced in Boston’s “combat zone” to earn their own discretionary and walking-around money.

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          1. Yvonne

            That’s your story and we all believe you, because you always report the truth.

            I MIGHT have my own internet back on Tuesday or Wednesday; I’m missing all the action, poor me. Cheers from the cool country.

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