So I ended up having a conversation with that ex fb of mine that took a rather... unexpected turn. Him: "Blowing in your own mouth is some hardcore yoga shit. I have swapped cum with people before. Blown in their mouth then had them pass it back." Me: "That's fun. At least it's your own." Him: "Not always. Last weekend I felt like giving head so I blew a gay friend after drinks."
Am I to understand you turned a man gay? I have to imagine that is on the TiBette bucket list somewhere.
About 6 or 7 years ago I went to my local annual Science Fiction / Gaming convention. I think I spent 45 minutes there before I left and remember not liking the smell. So for some inexplicable reason I registered decided to go again this year. I was on my way and talking to my friend who was already there and we had this conversation: Friend: Just FYI, you might be waiting in the registration line for a while. Bring a book. Me: How long is awhile? Should I kill time and get there later? Friend: Well, there's gonna be a line most of the evening so you might as well come now. Me: O-k.... So I get there and "line" is an understatement. The line was wrapped around the entire lobby and stretched up to the second floor. When I asked some staff how long the wait was I was told "about 4 and a half hours". Four and a half hours. There's nothing in this world I can think of worth even a 1 hour wait in line - let alone 4 and a half - especially a nerd convention. Yet idiots are willing to endure it. Since I already paid for the weekend, I'll stop by once I can just pick up my badge and enter, but frankly I'm counting it as another strike against the subculture that supposedly consists of my people. With any luck, the appearance and shape of the average con-goer will shame me back into the regular workouts I've lazily let slide.
I'm down here in 'Murica for the 4th, unfortunately my family here is (as) religious (as you can possibly be), so no drinking. Seriously, you would not believe how many pictures of Jesus there are in this house. The Christ to square foot ratio is absurd. Anyway, I should be able to see some fireworks from the balcony, and I can always make a fort out of Bibles if I get bored. And in response to FreeCorps' rep ("Get out") when I said I was here in the RR thread, don't worry, I'll be out of here tomorrow. Which is fine by me, I miss my two dollar coins.
Joe youu enjoy your time in America. Sorry about the lack of booze. Thank god the bible thumping segment of my family is Catholic. They have very sensible ideas about alcoholism. In that it is good and to be encouraged.
Not even an uncensored copy of the Kate Upton on a horse video? Also, Angel - you should have had him specify just what he was drinking that inspired him to blow his gay friend.
I had dinner at my Mom's house and now I'm cranky because I had to park two blocks from my house because I'm spitting distance from the levee where everyone likes to watch the fireworks and my neighborhood is packed with cars. Also the fireworks rattle my dishes when they go off. And I have to work tomorrow. Lawn. Off. Etc.
That wouldn't even be worth a 10 minute download time - and I think Kate's extremely hot. Maybe if at the end of the hour she jumps off the horse to give me a blow job and tittyfuck, but no spank material is worth that kind of wait.
At Cedar Point I waited about 90 minutes for the Top Thrill Dragster ride. It was 20 seconds long and worth the wait.
One of my dad's wives (Dad was married 6 times) decided she was gay. At 45 years old. All I could say to the old man was "Damn. That's got to be a blow to the ego."
Celebratin the fourth, like a true Merican: with a class four sun burn and a beer. I like fireworks as much as the next American, but aren't they Chinese? We should set off an atomic bomb in the Atlantic and Pacific to properly celebrate our heritage.
You can't top that. Nothing says "bringing it" by using a firework that can etch silhouettes permanently into the pavement.
It's been 114+ here in Vegas for the past week (Including 2 days where we tied the record for the highest temperature ever recorded in Vegas...117). It hasn't rained in 2 months. Las Vegas is filled with Palm trees. Palm trees unless they are freshly trimmed, have about 6-8 feet of dead, dry, tinder just waiting to explode into flames. Drunks are shooting off bottle rockets all over town. I give it a 50/50 chance of me seeing a Palm tree doing a remarkable imitation of a candle from my front porch.
I've had a few, plus I took a pain-killer (kidney stones again, fucking shit), so I am feeling quite good. Somehow, despite the fact that it sounds like Shock and Awe outside, my daughter hasn't woken up at all. Its fucking insane how much stuff is going on out there. I think my neighborhood alone spent the GDP of a small nation on fireworks. And it isn't that little fountain bullshit, we're talking massive mortars fucking everywhere. While my wife and in-laws were outside watching the fireworks, I was inside playing Dragon's Dogma. Fuck them, I got a lot of quests done, and I couldn't give less of a shit about fireworks.