93lxhorsecock
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Remember when Pink Floyd Came to Texas Stadium in '94? April I think it was.....
Anyway I had just moved back up here after living down in Austin for a a couple of years. I was stayin with a buddy of mine, and had a little bullshit job at this box factory, where I met this little hottie named Lisa. Well, Lisa was quite the little freaky girl as it turned out, and soon we were getting it on like there was no tommorrow. She could have multiple external orgasms, which is always a big giant plus in my book.
Well, as luck would have it, she had a 2 bedroom and her roommate had recently moved out. I was gettin tired of my buddy and his wife bitchin at each other all the time, and me bein there wasn't helping any, I'm sure. So I just went and shacked up with this Lisa chick, as I traveled pretty light back then.
Well, 'ole Lisa and I were quite a pair.... to say the least. Destructive as hell, argued about every damn thing, and loved to party and fuck all the time.
We ended up going to Pink Floyd together. I drove.... as soon as we pulled into the parking space, I bought some shrooms from these guys in the lot. We had to walk forever, but we eventually got inside. The last thing I told her was, if we got separated somehow, to meet me at this designated spot.
Well we got into the show and of course it was awesome, but it began to pour down rain really hard, and we all got soaked. All of us in the floor area tried to take cover on the sideline area out of the path of the rain. In the process, Lisa and I got separated. I spent a while looking around for her, and about 3/4ths of the way through the show I decided to go out and get the car and pull up there to wait for her to come out.
Thing was, I could not find the car, I musta walked for miles, and still no go. I was all fucked up and prolly wasn't even in the right lot, and I thought for sure I was going to die of exposure. It was 40 degrees and the worst downpoor I had ever seen, and I was out in it! In the end,
I made my way back to the stadium, still no sign of her. I decided to call a cab to pick me up to drive around to look for the car, and hopefully she would show before he got there, and if not she was fucked.
Well, I finally got to my car around 2 in the morning. Still no sign of her so I began my journey to Arlington. I wondered about Lisa and hoped she was alright, but I was pissed that she didn't meet up with me. I was gonna chew her ass out for making me worry.
Well, I finally came trudging up the stairs to her place, and the first thing I notice was the window was all busted out and there is human shit and broken glass all over the front porch area. I spied her, sitting in the bedroom digging around in a bunch of papers in the dresser. As I stepped around the still steaming shit ( by the way this was not a single log, it was some pretty disgusting porridgy grey shit) I noticed the front door was ajar, and I pushed it open to find 4 Arlington Po Po in there. They asked me if I lived there, and I said yes. They asked me if she lived there, and I said yes. She had left her purse in my car and had no keys, and had broken in, and the police had been called.
They took one look at me and asked me if I had driven all the way from Irving by myself. I replied that I was pretty certain it was me. Well, they asked me if I knew anything about the shit on the front porch, and I said no way. They had all tracked it from the porch into the living room. There were about 10 cop shoe shaped shit tracks all over the carpet.
Well, nothing more for them to do, so they left. My attention turned to the matter at hand. I wanted to know about this shit all over the porch, and I wanted to know if it was her or not. If it wasn't I was going to bang on every damn door in the complex til I figured it out.
I asked her in a very loving and caring manner- "Baby, listen, I know it might be a little embarrasing, but I need you to level with me.... if it happend that you got here and climbed up the stairs and realized you had no keys, and you waited and waited for me to get there, and all the time you had a really mean shit brewing, and it kept on building up, then finally all you could do was fling your pants down and shit in a big puddle right in front of your own door, I would understand, and we can get through it. but for God's sake, you have to tell me."
She denied everything. She blamed it on a neighbor, so I banged on about 10 doors, looking for this Mystery Phantom Shitter.
Well, my focus began to turn towards her. She was begging me to come to bed. She was already in the bed and her pants and panties had been taken off at the same time, and were rolled up by the side of the bed. I grabbed them and looked into the panties, and guess what I found?? That's right, they were smeared with shit ! Just to make sure, I went outside compared the panty shit with the porch shit, and they were a perfect match.
I asked her if she wanted to go ahead and be honest about it right then and there, and she again denied it, She just said she must a not have wiped so good when she went pooey last.
Still not convinced, I rolled her over on her tummy and peeled her ass cheeks apart. WALLAH! her ass crack was filled with shit! And guess what? the shit caked into her ass crack exactly matched the shit in the panties, AND the shit on the porch !!!!
I told her she was busted. I went to sleep on the couch, and the next morning she cleaned up all the shit, and I packed up my stuff and told her I was outta there. She tried to get me to stay, and told me she needed me and all this, but with all the flies buzzing around the porch area, things just wouldn't be the same.
She was such a pretty girl, too. She was quite a troubled chick, and that incident was the icing on the cake. I moved back in with my bud and she didn't show up for work for 2 days and got fired.
Bless her heart.
Anyway I had just moved back up here after living down in Austin for a a couple of years. I was stayin with a buddy of mine, and had a little bullshit job at this box factory, where I met this little hottie named Lisa. Well, Lisa was quite the little freaky girl as it turned out, and soon we were getting it on like there was no tommorrow. She could have multiple external orgasms, which is always a big giant plus in my book.
Well, as luck would have it, she had a 2 bedroom and her roommate had recently moved out. I was gettin tired of my buddy and his wife bitchin at each other all the time, and me bein there wasn't helping any, I'm sure. So I just went and shacked up with this Lisa chick, as I traveled pretty light back then.
Well, 'ole Lisa and I were quite a pair.... to say the least. Destructive as hell, argued about every damn thing, and loved to party and fuck all the time.
We ended up going to Pink Floyd together. I drove.... as soon as we pulled into the parking space, I bought some shrooms from these guys in the lot. We had to walk forever, but we eventually got inside. The last thing I told her was, if we got separated somehow, to meet me at this designated spot.
Well we got into the show and of course it was awesome, but it began to pour down rain really hard, and we all got soaked. All of us in the floor area tried to take cover on the sideline area out of the path of the rain. In the process, Lisa and I got separated. I spent a while looking around for her, and about 3/4ths of the way through the show I decided to go out and get the car and pull up there to wait for her to come out.
Thing was, I could not find the car, I musta walked for miles, and still no go. I was all fucked up and prolly wasn't even in the right lot, and I thought for sure I was going to die of exposure. It was 40 degrees and the worst downpoor I had ever seen, and I was out in it! In the end,
I made my way back to the stadium, still no sign of her. I decided to call a cab to pick me up to drive around to look for the car, and hopefully she would show before he got there, and if not she was fucked.
Well, I finally got to my car around 2 in the morning. Still no sign of her so I began my journey to Arlington. I wondered about Lisa and hoped she was alright, but I was pissed that she didn't meet up with me. I was gonna chew her ass out for making me worry.
Well, I finally came trudging up the stairs to her place, and the first thing I notice was the window was all busted out and there is human shit and broken glass all over the front porch area. I spied her, sitting in the bedroom digging around in a bunch of papers in the dresser. As I stepped around the still steaming shit ( by the way this was not a single log, it was some pretty disgusting porridgy grey shit) I noticed the front door was ajar, and I pushed it open to find 4 Arlington Po Po in there. They asked me if I lived there, and I said yes. They asked me if she lived there, and I said yes. She had left her purse in my car and had no keys, and had broken in, and the police had been called.
They took one look at me and asked me if I had driven all the way from Irving by myself. I replied that I was pretty certain it was me. Well, they asked me if I knew anything about the shit on the front porch, and I said no way. They had all tracked it from the porch into the living room. There were about 10 cop shoe shaped shit tracks all over the carpet.
Well, nothing more for them to do, so they left. My attention turned to the matter at hand. I wanted to know about this shit all over the porch, and I wanted to know if it was her or not. If it wasn't I was going to bang on every damn door in the complex til I figured it out.
I asked her in a very loving and caring manner- "Baby, listen, I know it might be a little embarrasing, but I need you to level with me.... if it happend that you got here and climbed up the stairs and realized you had no keys, and you waited and waited for me to get there, and all the time you had a really mean shit brewing, and it kept on building up, then finally all you could do was fling your pants down and shit in a big puddle right in front of your own door, I would understand, and we can get through it. but for God's sake, you have to tell me."
She denied everything. She blamed it on a neighbor, so I banged on about 10 doors, looking for this Mystery Phantom Shitter.
Well, my focus began to turn towards her. She was begging me to come to bed. She was already in the bed and her pants and panties had been taken off at the same time, and were rolled up by the side of the bed. I grabbed them and looked into the panties, and guess what I found?? That's right, they were smeared with shit ! Just to make sure, I went outside compared the panty shit with the porch shit, and they were a perfect match.
I asked her if she wanted to go ahead and be honest about it right then and there, and she again denied it, She just said she must a not have wiped so good when she went pooey last.
Still not convinced, I rolled her over on her tummy and peeled her ass cheeks apart. WALLAH! her ass crack was filled with shit! And guess what? the shit caked into her ass crack exactly matched the shit in the panties, AND the shit on the porch !!!!
I told her she was busted. I went to sleep on the couch, and the next morning she cleaned up all the shit, and I packed up my stuff and told her I was outta there. She tried to get me to stay, and told me she needed me and all this, but with all the flies buzzing around the porch area, things just wouldn't be the same.
She was such a pretty girl, too. She was quite a troubled chick, and that incident was the icing on the cake. I moved back in with my bud and she didn't show up for work for 2 days and got fired.
Bless her heart.
