The Last Eight Days
So my past two weekends have consisted of the ritual hazing known as the Bachelor Party. I've been to my fair share, but it was finally my turn to be the excuse to hang out with the guys and ... do guy things. Heh. So what you see below basically sums up last weekends trip to Vegas and then Lake Mead. Worn, but not broken.
This most recent weekend was a bit different. Whereas the first weekend consisted of people I love and trust the second was made up of people that were just looking for an excuse. Below you can see the results of that one.
What you can't see is the piece of raw meat that used to be my ass. Some time in the distant future I look forward to one day reclaiming it as my own, but for now it belongs to the two bitches known as two of the following six names: Sugar, Heavenly, Electra, Ginger, Envy or Venus. I don't remember at this point nor do I really care. The other thing you can't see are the chipped teeth provided courtesy of the the second biznatches ass smacking me square in the face. You wouldn't think something that soft could do that much damage. Oy.
So where the first party was an outright success no doubt, the second was definitely a beat the bachelor to a pulp type event. I'm sure once my teeth stop hurting I'll be looking back on the second party with as much joy as the first. Right. Or not.
This most recent weekend was a bit different. Whereas the first weekend consisted of people I love and trust the second was made up of people that were just looking for an excuse. Below you can see the results of that one.
What you can't see is the piece of raw meat that used to be my ass. Some time in the distant future I look forward to one day reclaiming it as my own, but for now it belongs to the two bitches known as two of the following six names: Sugar, Heavenly, Electra, Ginger, Envy or Venus. I don't remember at this point nor do I really care. The other thing you can't see are the chipped teeth provided courtesy of the the second biznatches ass smacking me square in the face. You wouldn't think something that soft could do that much damage. Oy.
So where the first party was an outright success no doubt, the second was definitely a beat the bachelor to a pulp type event. I'm sure once my teeth stop hurting I'll be looking back on the second party with as much joy as the first. Right. Or not.
posted by Little Kenny at 6/19/2005 08:18:00 AM
1 Comments:
Wow. How are you going to explain that to the dentist?
That's almost as sad as the guy who got smothered by some stripper's mega huge breasts. I don't know if that's just an urban legend though, but now that I've read this story, I think it is entirely possible!
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