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Sunday Funday...
It started out we wanted bloody mary breakfast, so we went to the eagle. after an hour or so and a few sausage links later, a friend of Dougs whos name is Doug (but well call him John for less confusion) appeared, whose nickname is saddlebags (thus given due to the fact that Doug fucked John on his harley fifteen years ago and the name seemed to stick)with his boyfriend in tow. Well just call his boyfriend T cuz to be honest, I dont remember his name. So John and T and me and Doug, all sitting around talking, laughing, whatev.
a few hours pass by, we all click, and me and T convince Doug and John to go to another bar instead of doing inane chores like they wanted. So we went to the 19, were I proceeded to meet a group of five males having a sunday funday of theyre own.
Everybody gets hammered. I mean HAMMERED.
Doug begins to take pictures with his shirt off for random photos, as John gets into a fist fight with a mexican over whos dick is bigger. A "whos dick is bigger" contest ensues, and men line up on the patio to compete and Im the judge. I make out with the table of five males under Dougs permission. More drinks. More drinks. More drinks.
T then suggests a foursome. we agree. after which, we drive home, under Dougs superfluous driving get home and doug fucks him in the shower as John passes out upstairs. we all go downstairs, and after a little bit of fun, T proceeds to shit all over the comforter, which... yea. ew. apparently he didn't clean out as well as he should have. I yell I want everything sterilized, they get pissed and proceed to break shit in the house as well as try to hit me with a bar stool.
I call the cops.
the cops come and they're gone, but not without me getting a license plate number. Mamma didn't raise no foo.
Me and Doug continue into a weird pattern of fucking then fighting then fucking pattern until three in the morning, at which point I went to sleep and Monday was staring me at the face.
Monday I bought a case of champagne and stayed in bed and watched Precious while getting hammered until ten at night.
that is the most depressing movie ever. Loved it... but most depressing...
ever.
her dad may have raped her, but at least he didn't shit on her bed.
fucker.
It started out we wanted bloody mary breakfast, so we went to the eagle. after an hour or so and a few sausage links later, a friend of Dougs whos name is Doug (but well call him John for less confusion) appeared, whose nickname is saddlebags (thus given due to the fact that Doug fucked John on his harley fifteen years ago and the name seemed to stick)with his boyfriend in tow. Well just call his boyfriend T cuz to be honest, I dont remember his name. So John and T and me and Doug, all sitting around talking, laughing, whatev.
a few hours pass by, we all click, and me and T convince Doug and John to go to another bar instead of doing inane chores like they wanted. So we went to the 19, were I proceeded to meet a group of five males having a sunday funday of theyre own.
Everybody gets hammered. I mean HAMMERED.
Doug begins to take pictures with his shirt off for random photos, as John gets into a fist fight with a mexican over whos dick is bigger. A "whos dick is bigger" contest ensues, and men line up on the patio to compete and Im the judge. I make out with the table of five males under Dougs permission. More drinks. More drinks. More drinks.
T then suggests a foursome. we agree. after which, we drive home, under Dougs superfluous driving get home and doug fucks him in the shower as John passes out upstairs. we all go downstairs, and after a little bit of fun, T proceeds to shit all over the comforter, which... yea. ew. apparently he didn't clean out as well as he should have. I yell I want everything sterilized, they get pissed and proceed to break shit in the house as well as try to hit me with a bar stool.
I call the cops.
the cops come and they're gone, but not without me getting a license plate number. Mamma didn't raise no foo.
Me and Doug continue into a weird pattern of fucking then fighting then fucking pattern until three in the morning, at which point I went to sleep and Monday was staring me at the face.
Monday I bought a case of champagne and stayed in bed and watched Precious while getting hammered until ten at night.
that is the most depressing movie ever. Loved it... but most depressing...
ever.
her dad may have raped her, but at least he didn't shit on her bed.
fucker.