“Rachel's mother slipped her arm around his waist. "Steven was just telling us about being gay, Fred." Rachel's father smiled and reached down to shake my hand. "Way to go, Steven. Just remember, safe sex, safe sex, safe sex.” — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
“I tried to think of a good reason as to why I had a sex book down my pants, but my brain refused to… — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
“I quickly discovered three distinct traits about my tablemates: They hit each other a lot. They swore a lot. They belched a lot.” — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
“Rachel's mother slipped her arm around his waist. "Steven was just telling us about being gay, Fred." Rachel's father smiled and reached down to… — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
“Kelly's mother was a bitch and her father was run over by the motor home when he chased a squirrel into the street, but… — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
“Of course! That was it! I didn't need a tattoo. What I needed was something a lot less expensive and considerably less painful. What… — David LaRochelle Copy Share Image
