Sometimes I amaze myself. After an initial attempt to pick up some guy at a bar last night (that did not work out well at all) I returned home, and through the power of the interwebs, I found a hot, tall and super masculine guy not only in my neighborhood, but also one who had a big ol' bag of herb who wanted to smoke and make out.
P-E-R-F-E-C-T! X 10!
Oh man, shit was hot. At first we were just hanging out and watching "A Guide To Recognizing My Your Saints", but soon after we both agreed that Channing Tatum, while insanely hot, cannot act his way out of a paper bag.
So I did the only thing I could think of, which was to say to Paul (the guy that came over): "hey, why don't you sit next to me on the couch". Boom. Done son! It took about 10 minutes of sloppy hot making out before we both whipped our pants off and adjourned to my bedroom. We didn't fuck (I'm not THAT much of a slut) but we certainly enjoyed each other for about an hour.
I'm back in business, and business is good.
7 comments:
Nice! I go out with my best friend and get nothing and you get this! This is sooo much better. HAHA Wish I had that kinda fun in my life. :D
HE SCORES!!! (said by one of the hockey announcers)
Ahhhh the web! You can go from nothin to somethin in no time. Score! : )
Um...details on the first guy?
*high five*
Hahaha. I have to agree with James Dean and say, aaaaahh the interweb. Don't we love it! Lol!
He shoots, he scores.
The wonders of modern technology eh!
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