Could you post an mp3 of you crying to the gmail account?


thanks,



Faiz

kerble wrote:Could you post an mp3 of you crying to the gmail account?


thanks,



Faiz

consider it done

"So what happened?"
"She's into it."
"Into what?"
"The menage. And not only that. She just called me and said she talked to the roommate and the roommate's into the menage too."
"That's unbelievable."
"Oh, it's a scene man."
"Do you ever just get down on your knees and thank god that you know me and have access to my dementia?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not goin' to do it."
"You're not goin to do it? What do you mean, You're not goin to do it?"
"I can't. I'm not an orgy guy."
"Are you crazy? This is like discovering Plutonium ... by accident."
"Don't you know what it means to become an orgy guy? It changes everything. I'd have to dress different. I'd have to act different. I'd have to grow a moustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions and I'd need a new bedspread and new curtains I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. I'd have to get new friends. I'd have to get orgy friends. ... Naw, I'm not ready for it.
"If only something like that could happen to me."
"Oh, shut up you couldn't do it either."
"I know."


Seinfeld kind of summed it up

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Marsupialized wrote:...

Uh, having fun there?

I had a near miss when I was a teen.

I never saw the appeal frankly. It's just doubling the number of people that I will fail to satisfy.

When I was at DePaul I tagged along with my roommate to Bamboo Bernie's and picked up a girl who reminded me of a hot girl in high school who wouldn't give me the time of day. She was in Chicago from Minnesota to celebrate her 21st; she and a friend were staying at Howard Johnson's in Skokie. We hailed a cab and she rounded up her friend to go back with us. Her friend was a tall, slender, smoking hot MN blonde. For some reason, Girl A sat in the front and I was in the back with hot blonde girl. The hippie cab driver pulled out a bowl and we all got stoned. I said, "I have a crazy idea - let's have a threesome." HBG shook her head and laughed; hippie cab driver said, "Awwww shit!!"

When we got to the motel, Girl A stayed on in the cab to go to the store. Once in the room me and HBG started going at it. Girl A returned with cigarettes, a fifth of Beam, a box of condoms and three Gatorades. She said, "I knew it!"

They argued in the bathroom.

"I met him first!"
"He likes me!"
"It's my birthday!"

They reached some sort of agreement and emerged. Girl A said: "I know you want to fuck my friend, but you have to fuck me first." I agreed. HBG joined us and it was a fuck suck smothered in girls switching places I'm doing them they're doing each other fuckfest. After a while Girl A tried to go to sleep and I nailed HBG until the sun came up.

It got awkward. I wanted to hang out the next morning but there were real bad vibes. Whatever. We watched a little of a Gophers football game then I found the red line and went home. It was awesome!

I had another threesome with a girlfriend about a year later that did go well at all, but I've already posted too much.

Crap.

I know someone who got a unexpected result out of a threesome.

Not crap.

Why stop at three women? I would like to do a fuck-crawl-swim through a gymnasium full of naked undulating women covered in oils. Discovering a different-shaped tit at every turn, sinking into pussies of varying depth and grip, smelling the collective fuck-sweat of a thousand nubile women, and finally reaching the center where the dwarves are located. Nyce.





Actually make them ALL dwarves.