iqqi
Master Don Juan
so, this story is purely to entertain those of you who either
A) hate me
B) hate women and think we are all biotches with no emotions or chances of getting rejected
C) think i'm too c0cky and you have dark fantasies of someone cutting my c0ck off...
D) cyber stalking me, pasting sh#t i've wrote here in emails to your other insecure friend, and dissecting it because you are sick in the head (you know who you are)
oh yeah, and it is funny as hell!
so there is like 10 minutes left before the club closes. i've been ummm..drinking...and Azzhole-Rumor-Spreader is sitting at the deserted basement bar, with a drunk azz guy sitting on one side of him, going on and on and on in that way drunk azz guys do. so my nuts are swelled big time, and i go and sit next to him. he immediately loses his train of thought (he kinda drunk too) but doesn't acknowlege me, which i expected.
the previous plan was to grab him up, throw him in the corner and just put it on him hard as hell (no sex so stop using the evil R word, just good ole fashioned teasing). well that plan was foiled because there weren't any empty dark corners, so i had to improvise. and a drunk mind is not good to improvise...
so i'm sitting next to ARS and i'm thinking i'll just grab his face and give him an aggressive, hard kiss with some tongue teasing, right in front of drunktalkingdude, and boredbartenderdude.
oh it hurts to go on...
so he's smoking, and i'm like ewwww, his breath is going to be yucky...and i realize brilliantly that i have a jolly rancher in my mouth, and hey! we can share. so i take it out and put it on the tip of my finger, and as my finger goes to his mouth (was originally gonna be immediately followed by my mouth), the jolly rancher falls to the bottom of my finger.
(face is turning bright red right now in remembrance)
i'm thinking "awwww sh!t" and they have both stopped talking and are looking at my hand in confusion. and so am i.
and the jolly rancher is almost completely disintegrated, just a film. (ewwwwwww!) so i say (cuz face it, there is no going back at this utterly mortifying point) "put it in you mouth..."
ARS "what is it?"
Me: "just put it in your mouth"
ARS "just tell me what it is"
drunktalkingdude: "naw, naw man, don't do it!"
Me: "its not drugs..." then (ahahahahahah) i proceed to lick it, and say "see? its ok"
ARS (in shock) "naww....i don't think i want it."
Me, in a seductive tone with my eyebrows raised:
"are you sure?" = are you sure you don't want me to put it on you like noone has ever done before you will dream about it balah blah blah (ps this is just what i'm THINKING in case you don't follow the "")
ARS: yeah.
Me: ok...
so i get up and leave, with pieces of my ego shattered across the dirty floor, like the pieces of those girls weave that got pulled out last week...
my plan has been foiled!!! grrrrrr
A) hate me
B) hate women and think we are all biotches with no emotions or chances of getting rejected
C) think i'm too c0cky and you have dark fantasies of someone cutting my c0ck off...
D) cyber stalking me, pasting sh#t i've wrote here in emails to your other insecure friend, and dissecting it because you are sick in the head (you know who you are)
oh yeah, and it is funny as hell!
so there is like 10 minutes left before the club closes. i've been ummm..drinking...and Azzhole-Rumor-Spreader is sitting at the deserted basement bar, with a drunk azz guy sitting on one side of him, going on and on and on in that way drunk azz guys do. so my nuts are swelled big time, and i go and sit next to him. he immediately loses his train of thought (he kinda drunk too) but doesn't acknowlege me, which i expected.
the previous plan was to grab him up, throw him in the corner and just put it on him hard as hell (no sex so stop using the evil R word, just good ole fashioned teasing). well that plan was foiled because there weren't any empty dark corners, so i had to improvise. and a drunk mind is not good to improvise...
so i'm sitting next to ARS and i'm thinking i'll just grab his face and give him an aggressive, hard kiss with some tongue teasing, right in front of drunktalkingdude, and boredbartenderdude.
oh it hurts to go on...
so he's smoking, and i'm like ewwww, his breath is going to be yucky...and i realize brilliantly that i have a jolly rancher in my mouth, and hey! we can share. so i take it out and put it on the tip of my finger, and as my finger goes to his mouth (was originally gonna be immediately followed by my mouth), the jolly rancher falls to the bottom of my finger.
(face is turning bright red right now in remembrance)
i'm thinking "awwww sh!t" and they have both stopped talking and are looking at my hand in confusion. and so am i.
and the jolly rancher is almost completely disintegrated, just a film. (ewwwwwww!) so i say (cuz face it, there is no going back at this utterly mortifying point) "put it in you mouth..."
ARS "what is it?"
Me: "just put it in your mouth"
ARS "just tell me what it is"
drunktalkingdude: "naw, naw man, don't do it!"
Me: "its not drugs..." then (ahahahahahah) i proceed to lick it, and say "see? its ok"
ARS (in shock) "naww....i don't think i want it."
Me, in a seductive tone with my eyebrows raised:
"are you sure?" = are you sure you don't want me to put it on you like noone has ever done before you will dream about it balah blah blah (ps this is just what i'm THINKING in case you don't follow the "")
ARS: yeah.
Me: ok...
so i get up and leave, with pieces of my ego shattered across the dirty floor, like the pieces of those girls weave that got pulled out last week...
my plan has been foiled!!! grrrrrr
