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Lads: she’s staying
Posted on 7/4/22 at 9:01 am
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Posted on 7/4/22 at 9:49 am to Mr Personality
I was waiting for you to comment this exact comment
Posted on 7/4/22 at 9:50 am to cwil177
t2 Robbies and Bex services thanked
Posted on 7/4/22 at 1:28 pm to S
Damn. Babygurl reminds me of a skinny version of the waitress I had at Posey's Up the Creek Steam Room in Panacea, FL, who took me to the back room and did lines of pixie sticks off my boner.
Posted on 7/4/22 at 1:41 pm to crazy4lsu
That reminds me of something that happened during my internship at Halliburton
Story time:
‘Twas one of those sticky, dewy sweet gulf coast mornings. I had just returned from my first ride on a chopper. Upon projectile vomiting, i noticed a bosomy early 20s female galavanting around the dock. After a drink of red powerade and toweling off the sweat on my face i approached her. Before i could speak she said, with a conspicuous inflection in her voice, “I am the wine and you are the water. Let us coagulate.” She, blindfolded me, threw me back into the chopper, fingered me and gave me stratospherically transcendent dome. Then she booted me into the sea where i was rescued by a pod of celibate porpoises who returned me to shore. Turns out she was the boss’s daughter.
Story time:
‘Twas one of those sticky, dewy sweet gulf coast mornings. I had just returned from my first ride on a chopper. Upon projectile vomiting, i noticed a bosomy early 20s female galavanting around the dock. After a drink of red powerade and toweling off the sweat on my face i approached her. Before i could speak she said, with a conspicuous inflection in her voice, “I am the wine and you are the water. Let us coagulate.” She, blindfolded me, threw me back into the chopper, fingered me and gave me stratospherically transcendent dome. Then she booted me into the sea where i was rescued by a pod of celibate porpoises who returned me to shore. Turns out she was the boss’s daughter.
This post was edited on 7/4/22 at 1:44 pm
Posted on 7/4/22 at 2:10 pm to S
Damn life do be crazy sometimes
It recalls an adventure I had in my early years. I was working for an oil sheikh trying to dig up evidence for a supposed rival. My travels took me to Santa Catalina Island on the California coast. I was there with Dave Davern, brother of the captain who was on Robert Wagner's yacht when he drowned Natalie Wood. I met a woman there, one of Dave's friends, a woman by the name of Mangata, a Spanish name that apparently means the trail created by the moon's reflection on the water. She told me it was untranslatable in English. That night at Ribbon Beach, she took me. We were one with the universe, high on mescaline and MDMA. I moaned softly in rhythm to each scrotum slap. As we orgasmed together, an orca belonging to a famous transient pod wailed out its song of mourning. The other two joined in, extending the orgasms by several minutes. The next morning, she was gone. I hiked back to Two Harbors. I still hadn't found any information I needed. Then in my momentary fever dream, I saw something. A casino shaped like a guitar. I told my sheikh about my encounter. He considered the proposal, having forgotten my original purpose. Several years later, I saw that casino, in my dream, built on sacred Indian burial grounds in Seminole, FL. I haven't orgasmed in several years.
It recalls an adventure I had in my early years. I was working for an oil sheikh trying to dig up evidence for a supposed rival. My travels took me to Santa Catalina Island on the California coast. I was there with Dave Davern, brother of the captain who was on Robert Wagner's yacht when he drowned Natalie Wood. I met a woman there, one of Dave's friends, a woman by the name of Mangata, a Spanish name that apparently means the trail created by the moon's reflection on the water. She told me it was untranslatable in English. That night at Ribbon Beach, she took me. We were one with the universe, high on mescaline and MDMA. I moaned softly in rhythm to each scrotum slap. As we orgasmed together, an orca belonging to a famous transient pod wailed out its song of mourning. The other two joined in, extending the orgasms by several minutes. The next morning, she was gone. I hiked back to Two Harbors. I still hadn't found any information I needed. Then in my momentary fever dream, I saw something. A casino shaped like a guitar. I told my sheikh about my encounter. He considered the proposal, having forgotten my original purpose. Several years later, I saw that casino, in my dream, built on sacred Indian burial grounds in Seminole, FL. I haven't orgasmed in several years.
Posted on 7/4/22 at 2:16 pm to S
Who the frick you calling "lads"? Need I remind you what day this is?
Posted on 7/4/22 at 2:19 pm to cattus
Posted on 7/5/22 at 8:58 am to S
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