grand prix, hot cars, hot girls, rare albums, and my first lap dance
so, admittedly, now that i've gotten everybody not reading this interested in continuing, ive now committed myself to describing the things i listed above.
we will start the "ultra-elite" Grand Prix race I attened this weekend in the fucking amazing city of Montreal. So, for 350 bucks, we (dad, uncle denis, john, john, and paul) got gold seats right at the starting line in front of McLaren/Mercededs and Ferrari. Kick-ASS seats. oh man, there were 320,000 fans there, how can it be called elite? that really bugs me. oh well, after sipping a molson and adjusting the collar on my polo shirt, lol, we watched michael schumacher win, again, in an amazing race. that was sunday, the last day of the events. wow. first night, friday, after riding up in john's yukon denali with a dvd player,
which was fucking amazing, by the way,
we hit the bars early taht night, walked around st. catherine st. all night, paul and i stayed out and got fucking blasted, i drank a ton of beer, we bought a gram from some dealer on the street, drank more beer, jumped through and open window bay into a club, got a free picture with some HOT girls, had a shot of jack daniels, met up with some of paul's friends from panama, talked to them in spanish, completely wasted,
HOLA< HOLA<
made a huge ass out of myself, walked back to the hotel by 3:30, up at 10 for the prelims, out again at night, my first strip clubs, holy shit, hot fucking lesbian action, goddamn, we went and blazed walking down st. catherine street, i love montreal, it rocked. strip clubs until about 3, then i went back to the hotel cuz i was exhausted.
last night was the best. the race was awesome, so much fun, oh yeah, the night before i was in this ancient record store on st. cath, and i found an ultra-rare david bowie live 2-disc album imported from england, bought that, every night we ate 400 dollar meals at these crazy restaurarnts, thanks to john for picking up the tabs.
anyway, back to sunday night. go out, get drunk,
STRIP BARS!
yeah, time to spend some cash, so i see this girl go up and dance, and im really drunk and really horny and i want her, so i go up to her after she is done, ask her for a private dance, and 35 candadian dollars later im in a back room, as the bouncer said: "you can touch anything except the pussy", and i did, it was dirty i know, but damn if i didnt near explode all over the place. she rocked me, dudes, ho man, wow, I was a little nervous but it was amazing. so sleezy and everything. i loved it. paul got one too, then we had another beer, and crashed at the hotel. we tried to pick up chicks at the bar downstairs, but no lcuk, i tried, we almost called an escort service but we didnt have any money left.
next time.
there was much more, im sure most of you will hear this in person, oh yeah, john bought a dodge viper on the way home, fucking awesome, tired as hell, reality check in the form of a 1-10 shift at EB tomorrow, talk to everyone later.
rock on, montreal, and rock on, whoever your name was you fine dirty girl.
we will start the "ultra-elite" Grand Prix race I attened this weekend in the fucking amazing city of Montreal. So, for 350 bucks, we (dad, uncle denis, john, john, and paul) got gold seats right at the starting line in front of McLaren/Mercededs and Ferrari. Kick-ASS seats. oh man, there were 320,000 fans there, how can it be called elite? that really bugs me. oh well, after sipping a molson and adjusting the collar on my polo shirt, lol, we watched michael schumacher win, again, in an amazing race. that was sunday, the last day of the events. wow. first night, friday, after riding up in john's yukon denali with a dvd player,
which was fucking amazing, by the way,
we hit the bars early taht night, walked around st. catherine st. all night, paul and i stayed out and got fucking blasted, i drank a ton of beer, we bought a gram from some dealer on the street, drank more beer, jumped through and open window bay into a club, got a free picture with some HOT girls, had a shot of jack daniels, met up with some of paul's friends from panama, talked to them in spanish, completely wasted,
HOLA< HOLA<
made a huge ass out of myself, walked back to the hotel by 3:30, up at 10 for the prelims, out again at night, my first strip clubs, holy shit, hot fucking lesbian action, goddamn, we went and blazed walking down st. catherine street, i love montreal, it rocked. strip clubs until about 3, then i went back to the hotel cuz i was exhausted.
last night was the best. the race was awesome, so much fun, oh yeah, the night before i was in this ancient record store on st. cath, and i found an ultra-rare david bowie live 2-disc album imported from england, bought that, every night we ate 400 dollar meals at these crazy restaurarnts, thanks to john for picking up the tabs.
anyway, back to sunday night. go out, get drunk,
STRIP BARS!
yeah, time to spend some cash, so i see this girl go up and dance, and im really drunk and really horny and i want her, so i go up to her after she is done, ask her for a private dance, and 35 candadian dollars later im in a back room, as the bouncer said: "you can touch anything except the pussy", and i did, it was dirty i know, but damn if i didnt near explode all over the place. she rocked me, dudes, ho man, wow, I was a little nervous but it was amazing. so sleezy and everything. i loved it. paul got one too, then we had another beer, and crashed at the hotel. we tried to pick up chicks at the bar downstairs, but no lcuk, i tried, we almost called an escort service but we didnt have any money left.
next time.
there was much more, im sure most of you will hear this in person, oh yeah, john bought a dodge viper on the way home, fucking awesome, tired as hell, reality check in the form of a 1-10 shift at EB tomorrow, talk to everyone later.
rock on, montreal, and rock on, whoever your name was you fine dirty girl.