I shared a cab with 5 sorority girls.....

SilvaTungDevil

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and believe it or not, my flirting skills were totally enough to get me invited to their hotel room for an "afterbars party".



I was too tired. Decided to go home. Ha.




Sukit you envious bastards.




It's good to be me.
 
So the sorority girls in Missouri are that hard up? *teasing ya* Glad you had a good night.
 
So the sorority girls in Missouri are that hard up? *teasing ya* Glad you had a good night.


Dude...I know, right? WTF....it's pretty early in the winter semester for them to be that desperate.



Coincidentally, there is a late night commercial on....this very fucking minute....selling colon flow.



I'm totally gonna' google it.
 
Too freaking funny. Still, chickadees that have five to a cab and one stranger? The cabs in Missouri must be those type of van cabs. Dude, I wish I were in your shoes with five men that were awesome hot, 20 years my junior and wanted to play. ;) *really teasing you*
 
and believe it or not, my flirting skills were totally enough to get me invited to their hotel room for an "afterbars party".



I was too tired. Decided to go home. Ha.




Sukit you envious bastards.




It's good to be me.

I can give you an appreciative hand clap for the cab ride, but I would've envied you only if you had actually gone to their room. You can rest from being tired when you're dead, cuz you ain't seeing that kinda invitation again!
 
Too freaking funny. Still, chickadees that have five to a cab and one stranger? The cabs in Missouri must be those type of van cabs. Dude, I wish I were in your shoes with five men that were awesome hot, 20 years my junior and wanted to play. ;) *really teasing you*


It was totally a minivan cab. The one that sat by me said...we3d33333333333333333333

that was my cat walking across the keyboard.

I can't even really remember what she said now.

Or at least, I think I remember what she said, but at this point I might totally be remembering a fantasy rather than reality.....it's that late.

I've got to go to bed because I'm going to a trappers convention tomorrow.

Like real fur trappers.

In my mind it's like a Sci-Fi convention, except instead of hot chunky chicks dressed like elves, fairies, and slave princess leia, they're all wearing fur bikinis.

Buenos Noches.
 
It was totally a minivan cab. The one that sat by me said...we3d33333333333333333333

that was my cat walking across the keyboard.

I can't even really remember what she said now.

Or at least, I think I remember what she said, but at this point I might totally be remembering a fantasy rather than reality.....it's that late.

I've got to go to bed because I'm going to a trappers convention tomorrow.

Like real fur trappers.

In my mind it's like a Sci-Fi convention, except instead of hot chunky chicks dressed like elves, fairies, and slave princess leia, they're all wearing fur bikinis.

Buenos Noches.

Sleep tight and have sweet dreams. Just don't wet the bed with those kind of dreams. ;)
 
You can rest from being tired when you're dead, cuz you ain't seeing that kinda invitation again!

Shit dude, don't doubt my luck. I accidentally met one of LIT's hottest stars just a couple of weeks ago in a totally random bar. Pieced that shit together out of nowhere.

Hell, I started my 40th year of life, this year, in a threesome with a 30 yr. old and a 21 year old.

I'm a hot fucking bitch.

I'm totally fat, balding, overweight, and fairly ugly now that I think about it.....

Never underestimate confidence and intelligence.

I'll get those kind of invitations fairly regularly for the rest of my life the way I've got it figured.

Later and sweet dreams.
 
and believe it or not, my flirting skills were totally enough to get me invited to their hotel room for an "afterbars party".



I was too tired. Decided to go home. Ha.




Sukit you envious bastards.




It's good to be me.

This is what happens to 40 year-olds in college...

;) ;)
 
It was totally a minivan cab. The one that sat by me said...we3d33333333333333333333

that was my cat walking across the keyboard.

I can't even really remember what she said now.

Or at least, I think I remember what she said, but at this point I might totally be remembering a fantasy rather than reality.....it's that late.

I've got to go to bed because I'm going to a trappers convention tomorrow.

Like real fur trappers.

In my mind it's like a Sci-Fi convention, except instead of hot chunky chicks dressed like elves, fairies, and slave princess leia, they're all wearing fur bikinis.

Buenos Noches.

I'll be in the coonskin cap...

Give me a shout-out.
 
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