Maybe buying condoms is good luck. :)
No, she didn't come home with me, but that's good because I have enough vodka in my system to fuel a thousand limp dicks. Groundwork was laid, though. Hands were adventurous. Tongues were slithered. And her breasts, my God -- like mostly-filled water balloons. Natural, too.
That's pretty ballin' for a trip to the bar.
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Is it the same girl who is from upstate NY? If so, I thought she was just there for the summer. You'd better be putting your moves on fast, my friend. Strike while the iron is hot.
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