300 hundred lbs, drunk, jute-box
Dude, WHAT THE FUCK is that?! MY ears are ashy! Three words to sum up this weekend. LOUD SMELLY FUN. Two full days with three crazy fuckin' guys. I love it. And it was just how I predicted it would be. Funny. Kendra, I need to talk to you outside... Mike vomited all over Adams new "gear", and John spent the weekend making me laugh, like always. He made orgasim sounds on the Dueling Dragons and I met sponge bob. A bottle of Captain Morgan, and sum good ol' hunch punch. I feel kind of bad though. I went there with..certain intentions and left the same way I went. Dumb. We went to Emeril's Restaurant. Holy jesus. I've never seen so many hot waiters all at once. And we had THREE all to ourselves. THREE. He pulled out my chair, while the other one greeted me and called me beautiful lady, and then another one whom we dubbed "water boy" refilled our drinks 18 million times and, sigh. Good service. Good scenery lol My back is killing me cause Adam threw me on the bed. Give me a back massage... There was a lot of homosexual humping and vulgar remarks. I decieded, I will no longer be a tease, of ANY sort. It's bad. Bad, bad bad. But.. Today was a good day. I'm exhausted but I talked to my lover for a good while so I'm on cloud nine 'till tuesday. Another great 28 minute phone call to look forward to. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love him, so much. Ahh. Yay. Hooray. Gay. Cause I'm a soldier