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No sorry no story of how I spend the night in this position with a cashier from top foods.
All I seem to do is ask question after question. Lucky for me you all answer them giving my life direction. I hope you find some meaning in my stories most are fake but some, some are true. Being the nature of this site I try to turn some in to erotica but no luck. Then there are the fucked up jokes, stealing blog ideas from others and just placing links to your blogs. (what the hell is up with that you come to see what I have to say and I send you back to your blog) So I thought I'd make this one a little different.
LOL it's 12: 03
I am just thinking what it would be like in real life all of us sitting around shooting the shit. passing the food and drinks around. Tiller looking sexier then fuck in her black heeled boots and that red dress. Horny showing pic's of his lovely truck and pointing out to the parking lot at his family truckster. Bardicman leading us all in song and dance. Dawn and Demonic at the other end of the table discussing who knows what. SHL and rissy returning from bar with drinks and stories of their exploits. Everyone talking, laughing, singing, dancing, drinking, eating, showing, sharing, just having a good ol' time. Oh and me, I'm sitting in the corner elbows on my knees chin resting on hands with a smirk that makes you think I'm up to something. Raising hand to wave to all new comers or to those who look in my direction. Thinking to self this is it. Raises glass "salou"(or how ever it's spelled) to no one in particular.
11/20/2005 2:17 pm
I am so there with the Karaoke Machine !!!!!!|
We will needs lots of alcohol......
I am not dead yet
11/21/2005 4:48 pm
Bard I'll have a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels|
And I'll raise my glass back to you Viper. Sounds like a great party.
"Drink! For you know not whence you came, nor why;
Drink! For you know not why you go, nor where."
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.