JohnnySavage
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So some old buddies back on the Mountain keep pestering me to come up for a Superbowl party. It's a 3-hour drive, which is about an hour past my limit for being in a car. They drink like fish and I'm beyond the point in my life when I want to sit around with drunk people yelling at the tv. I don't care much about either team playing. There will be shooting of firearms from the back porch, post-game and I'm the one most likely to get hit by a stray bullet.
On the other hand, a lady-friend of mine down here wants me to come over to watch the game at her house. The problem with that is that I'd have to shower, shave and put on clean pants. And I wouldn't be comfortable because with Shelias around, you can't really lift a cheek and fart, or scratch your sack when you want to. She keeps her house too cold for me as well.
I'm thinking I may just pretend to be sick and stay home. I have a great 7-layer dip recipe and I can be comfortable in my own nest.
On the other hand, a lady-friend of mine down here wants me to come over to watch the game at her house. The problem with that is that I'd have to shower, shave and put on clean pants. And I wouldn't be comfortable because with Shelias around, you can't really lift a cheek and fart, or scratch your sack when you want to. She keeps her house too cold for me as well.
I'm thinking I may just pretend to be sick and stay home. I have a great 7-layer dip recipe and I can be comfortable in my own nest.