IrezumiKiss
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...so I'm at the bar with this babe who apparently is blasted. She's wheezing, gasping, sneezing, throat hawking... the whole kit n' kaboodle from how she loves how I'm describing all the various cuisines I like to eat when I'm on vacation in any number of regions. I guess she made a mess in the ladies' room too. You could hear her upchucking in the bathroom by sticking her finger in her throat, and when she got back to the bar, well... it was kind of obvious. She tittered and described how fast she got to the commode on time too.
Anyway, whatever. Not the point.
She asks me after what she can do to feed me when traveling.
To be honest, I don't really know. It's kind of a surprise thing, you know? You got to book and purchase something on your own, but this time, I just enjoyed expressing myself and having my drinks with her.
It's night time where we are, but noon everyplace else. She's some white-black-Asian-latino-Indian-Native American-European-Australian-Pacific Islander babe from Greenland that speaks multiple languages, including signing for the hearing impaired, so the cultural difference works out anywhere. Then, she says that she'll book me a flight and hotel with full meals paid on Expedia the next morning.
Wtf can't more Best Western babes book me like that in their hotels with meals in real life?
I mean it's times like this that the whole traditional baked roll thing slaps me upside the head because I know in my heart of hearts that a babe is enjoying eating them a lot more than me, and she probably can't pour many drinks in bed to make me sloppy. I'm not much for snow crabs either. I don't know. The whole slurping on rock oysters thing just isn't a turn on, and I don't want to bring a babe to where I'm going to eat a lot of meat around her after. It's kind of gross like sloppy joes only you're cooking them yourself. Granted I might go downtown with a babe to a high priced brassiere, but it's before I start wooing her.
I guess a lot of "less-than" babes drink virgin drinks or never used disposable kitchen gloves with a guy who really knows how to butter her bread. They just get caught up in passive-aggressive hypocritical fantasy rah-rah restaurants and don't admit to what they really want to eat or what it takes to hold it down after boozing.
Fuck Bourdain. I'm moving to Spain.
Anyway, whatever. Not the point.
She asks me after what she can do to feed me when traveling.
To be honest, I don't really know. It's kind of a surprise thing, you know? You got to book and purchase something on your own, but this time, I just enjoyed expressing myself and having my drinks with her.
It's night time where we are, but noon everyplace else. She's some white-black-Asian-latino-Indian-Native American-European-Australian-Pacific Islander babe from Greenland that speaks multiple languages, including signing for the hearing impaired, so the cultural difference works out anywhere. Then, she says that she'll book me a flight and hotel with full meals paid on Expedia the next morning.
Wtf can't more Best Western babes book me like that in their hotels with meals in real life?
I mean it's times like this that the whole traditional baked roll thing slaps me upside the head because I know in my heart of hearts that a babe is enjoying eating them a lot more than me, and she probably can't pour many drinks in bed to make me sloppy. I'm not much for snow crabs either. I don't know. The whole slurping on rock oysters thing just isn't a turn on, and I don't want to bring a babe to where I'm going to eat a lot of meat around her after. It's kind of gross like sloppy joes only you're cooking them yourself. Granted I might go downtown with a babe to a high priced brassiere, but it's before I start wooing her.
I guess a lot of "less-than" babes drink virgin drinks or never used disposable kitchen gloves with a guy who really knows how to butter her bread. They just get caught up in passive-aggressive hypocritical fantasy rah-rah restaurants and don't admit to what they really want to eat or what it takes to hold it down after boozing.
Fuck Bourdain. I'm moving to Spain.
