But, this is the REAL Corona Rita! This is at a place called Squeeze in Galveston, basically a standard margarita with a Corona turned upside down in it. They taste fantastic. Fox and Hound here in OKC has them too, but they use the smaller (7oz I think) Coronas.
IT WAS A BEER! It just so happens that lime juice is a yellowish color. Also, its more brown but the angle of the lights make it appear really bright yellow.
If you're desperate for a good time, you could, you know, communicate what she could do differently while it's going down. I mean, while she's going down. HAHA! Or you could just get a prostitute since I think it's their job to know what to do without any work on your part.
Bewildered, you make it sound as though I were so fundamentally averse to having an orgasm and so wildly socially retarded as to not tell her a single thing to make her efforts any more successful. Anyways. Bounding on seems like a good strategy. It'll be like calling the seven-run mercy rule from little league, except, on my dick.
I love beer-ritas. Like bewildered said, it cuts the tartness of the margarita and amps up the boringness of boring beer. Ghetto - is this the virgin? The one who was criticizing your foreplay skills? Maybe she is getting you back.
So I had a nightmare this week wherein some things occurred, and I woke up in a cold sweat believing I was covered in blood, and just then an extremely loud clap of very real thunder sounded off and I almost fell out of bed. Figured I'd throw that out there.
Well yesterday I had a dream that I was catching fish in the pond next to the school library to put in my fishtank. Why were you covered in blood?
I like that "wherein some things occured" which I believe is code for I was dismantling the bodies of my family members and sewing their skin into a patchwork quilt to warm him in the upcoming winter months. Either that or deflowering a virgin....so many many options.
He could have been a really messy cattle rancher. edit: and by messy, I mean he's slaughtering them out back.
Or a cutter, he strikes me as the sensitive type just looking for an outlet to all the angst that he feels inside.
I wish I remembered. I don't always wake up drenched in fear and hallucinating a gory mess, but when I do, I like to know why.
I have never woken up in a sweat. I've had nightmares and recurring dreams but nothing that horrible. Did you watch a scary movie before you went to bed mister widdle phil?