Hehehe...hopefully it'll be all cleared up by the time you get back to New York. I wouldn't want you to catch anything.
You mean this one, Littlek? Well, I was too embarassed for Kicky, since he couldn't help himself stare at M's chest region all night long, but well...everyone can judge for themselves. I walked away.
Gus
That was the heartiest laugh of my day! A+. Kicky, what's that------^
Notice how she's smiling? She loved it!
yes, most women dig that.
Okay, maybe she's laughing and saying, "You? With me? Never!" But as Slappy knows, that's always what they say before whoopie time!
I think they were comparing Xmas presents.
Kicky, obviously proud of his new camera, was showing her how it has a wicked awesome zoom, and "accidently" a picture of his freshly shaved scrotum popped up on the screen.
She then told Kicky she got a new water bra to celebrate the birth of Christ.
yeah, i really wouldn't know. i had my flask of vinegar with me, and was well into the bottom half of it by then... couldn't care less what the two of them were doing. vinegar gives you a very special buzz you know.
Nope, not getting the water bra - jesus connection.
You wacky Slovaks. I thought I hinted vinegar on your breath when I met you.
littlek wrote:Nope, not getting the water bra - jesus connection.
There was no connection. Just replaced "Xmas" with "to celebrate the birth of christ."
Man alive, I better go to bed.
Sweet dreams, don't let the mice bite.
Okay, I cannot tell a lie. I did not hook up with Misha that night.
I left Dasha off at her place, like I said before, but the rest happened much differently. I sprinted across town to meet Misha, as we had arranged earlier while Dasha was guzzling balsamic vinegar with some firemen she had met, but when I arrived at the corner that we had decided upon, Misha was not there.
I looked up, and in a nearby window, I noticed a sillhouette. I could tell immediately that it was Misha, having memorized every curve of her body, but who was that with her? I was shocked when Gus pulled open the shade, and began pissing off the fire escape, unaware that I was standing underneath.
Covered in urine, humiliated and disappointed, I slinked back to my apartment, occupying my mind by recounting over and over all the times Gus had done this to me in the past.
Damn you, Gus. Why must you do this to me everytime? Why, why, WHY?!
well, at least he's got the crabs now, not you.
< gus has a smile on his face as he diligently picks off yet another crab with his hand tweezers and deposits it deftly into a glass jar on the nightstand. Alongside him, Misha snores -- the snore of a woman sated. >
