30-01-2008, 13:10
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Registered User [11032]
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Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Sunset Coast, Australia
Age: 51
Posts: 1,633
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Originally Posted by slampay
And furthermore, I think it was the third night at MTB when at 3 am I thought it would be a good idea to ring the bell....again. WTF is Sambuca made out of? anyway, I start to get that "o'crap" feeling in my gut. It's time to egrese...so I smoothly555 exit stage right, picking up my pace to near sprint, figure that i'm fully out of sight and completly sly. And let go with a projectile "sampuka"  ...relived and refocused, if not slightly embarassed, I turn from my perfect hiding place to find 3 lovely TG's standing there with moist towels, ready and willing to get me back in the game.
GENTLEMAN, I dont no about were you live, but that sh*t just doesnt happen where I come from...more like 2 cops with flash-lites already starting their report on a DRUNK IN PUBLIC...1 nite in the can.
By the way, guess which of the 3 helpful-lovely bar girls I took home that night... |
As one long time BM would say......"ya gotta love 'em"!!!! |