Part 3: Life ain't nothin' but chicken and moneh...

On Chuck's last day in town, he totally lost his mind. He went out into the desert and did some peyote and I spent the rest of the day trying to keep his ass outta trouble. UNSUCCESSFULLY, might I add.

He started the day innocently enough...hanging out with some chicks. They looked underage to me, but he said he checked IDs.

I know Carlos said not to call him Charles, but Chuck told me he don't mind getting formal if there's ladies involved.

A little later in the evening, Chuck disappeared. I found him HOURS later in a penthouse suite losing all track of his morals. What I found was pretty disturbing.

The dude with the tan said he just wanted to watch...

...But that turned out to be a LIE!

You kiss your mother with that mouth?!

Holy shit, where'd that GIANT CAT come from?

I left the scene after this because my heart was broken. I can't believe this dude has the nerve to come visit me and DITCH me for some skanky strippers and a giant cat. Makes me sick!

I gave up on Chuck and went home to drown my sorrows in Ben & Jerrys Key Lime Pie Ice Cream, but when I walked in the door, he was already there! It's a good thing I showed up when I did, because he was about to become Sunday dinner :(

Seems poor Chuck let his gambling habits get the best of him. I told him you can't fuck with the loan sharks in this town. Look at that guy! HE'S GOT CRAZY EYE! We worked out a payment plan...don't worry, guys.

What can I say? It was a long three days. If you're thinking about letting Chuck stay a while with you, keep in mind that he is a crazy mofo. Take some days off and hide your credit cards.

All packed up and on the way to ruin Camevil's life.