Bananas Are Yummy
(Disclaimer: Please take the majority of this entry as a joke if you can't handle the sexually explicit content. ^_^)
Ok, so I went to Banana Joes last night with ten of my friends and it was r0x0r. It would have been more r0x0r if I had allowed myself to ingest some more of the scrumptious jäger and smirnoff, but I was one of the three "designated drivers" and that's the suck part of it. Besides, I didn't get any flowers today like how I always see on those comercials. Rip-off!
Anyway, I did get to sit down and relax to a nice cigar, which was a cheap-ass B&M. I didn't care though, coz them bitches taste good. Speaking of bitches, there were an ass of them there and few pretty faces. Everyone there looked shit-faced. There was vomit on the floor in a few places. I accidently stepped in it, but it was cool because I wiped my shoe off on this girl's ass who had passed out on the floor. -- Ok, jk, I didn't get to wipe it off, but it would have been cool. (Just go with it.)
There were these two girls that many might refer to as "club sluts" to say the least. The reason I say that is because one, they were piss drunk (underage too, hehe), two, they were letting random guys (myself included) feel up on their asses. I don't mean dancing... I mean taking a hand and grabbing a hand full of lovely. Yeah, they didn't have much of an ass to grope. Don't worry, I washed my hands after that shit, coz one, they're Columbia girls, which means herpegonacyphilaids (in that order)... two, I had to wash the wet off my hands. -- Shit, that was gross.
Changing the subject now... to titties... it was wet t-shirt contest night at Banana Joes, which means titties. That's right... vuluptuous, round knockers. Mmm.... or so we wished... Most of the contestants were fat bitches with nipples that looked something similar to that of Milk Duds. I have never seen nipples so dark on a white chick until last night, and that's saying a lot, because I've laid eyes (and hands) on lots of titties. Well, there were only six contestants tonight, so that means twelve titties because I can do math. Only three of them were good looking, but only one of them had some nice, grade A titties. Oh man... I tell ya what. -- I know I said most of the contestants were fat bitches... even though there were only three, which is half for you dummies out there, that's still a lot of gross, which is why I said most.
Ok, so after the titties left the stage things started dying down for me. Most of the guys already left us, probably because they only came for the titties. Well... I think we all did... Ok, yeah, we all did. I danced with Leslie for only one song after that. Charles and Dan were too, so it was like a big gang bang moment for Leslie. It ruled... well, until one of her tits almost popped out, then she took a break. We left not long after that. I took Leslie home and Charles spent the night with me. He was pretty messed up, but he got better. He woke up with a headache. Oopsies.
I'm probably going back next Thursday, but we need another designated driver because I'm getting pissed next time. ^_^
Ok, so I went to Banana Joes last night with ten of my friends and it was r0x0r. It would have been more r0x0r if I had allowed myself to ingest some more of the scrumptious jäger and smirnoff, but I was one of the three "designated drivers" and that's the suck part of it. Besides, I didn't get any flowers today like how I always see on those comercials. Rip-off!
Anyway, I did get to sit down and relax to a nice cigar, which was a cheap-ass B&M. I didn't care though, coz them bitches taste good. Speaking of bitches, there were an ass of them there and few pretty faces. Everyone there looked shit-faced. There was vomit on the floor in a few places. I accidently stepped in it, but it was cool because I wiped my shoe off on this girl's ass who had passed out on the floor. -- Ok, jk, I didn't get to wipe it off, but it would have been cool. (Just go with it.)
There were these two girls that many might refer to as "club sluts" to say the least. The reason I say that is because one, they were piss drunk (underage too, hehe), two, they were letting random guys (myself included) feel up on their asses. I don't mean dancing... I mean taking a hand and grabbing a hand full of lovely. Yeah, they didn't have much of an ass to grope. Don't worry, I washed my hands after that shit, coz one, they're Columbia girls, which means herpegonacyphilaids (in that order)... two, I had to wash the wet off my hands. -- Shit, that was gross.
Changing the subject now... to titties... it was wet t-shirt contest night at Banana Joes, which means titties. That's right... vuluptuous, round knockers. Mmm.... or so we wished... Most of the contestants were fat bitches with nipples that looked something similar to that of Milk Duds. I have never seen nipples so dark on a white chick until last night, and that's saying a lot, because I've laid eyes (and hands) on lots of titties. Well, there were only six contestants tonight, so that means twelve titties because I can do math. Only three of them were good looking, but only one of them had some nice, grade A titties. Oh man... I tell ya what. -- I know I said most of the contestants were fat bitches... even though there were only three, which is half for you dummies out there, that's still a lot of gross, which is why I said most.
Ok, so after the titties left the stage things started dying down for me. Most of the guys already left us, probably because they only came for the titties. Well... I think we all did... Ok, yeah, we all did. I danced with Leslie for only one song after that. Charles and Dan were too, so it was like a big gang bang moment for Leslie. It ruled... well, until one of her tits almost popped out, then she took a break. We left not long after that. I took Leslie home and Charles spent the night with me. He was pretty messed up, but he got better. He woke up with a headache. Oopsies.
I'm probably going back next Thursday, but we need another designated driver because I'm getting pissed next time. ^_^