Marsupialized wrote:steve wrote:itchy mcgoo wrote:One of the kids, sporting a short, storm-toppled mohawk walked in, looked up (cause that's where music comes from), wiped his nose on his sleeve and said "Whoa. You like Joy Division."
Now it's raining very lightly.
...so begins another young boy's sexual awakening...
that's pretty much how it happened for me....except it was a port-o-potty at a Metallica show at Alpine Valley
My last name is Robinson, but I have been the recipient of exactly zero face-licks, tonsil assualts, boob-paws, panty-mauling crotch grinds, finger bangs, spit swaps, neck gnaws, bra invasions -or- hickeys today.
A dark day, indeed.
Marsup, has that scenario left you with dark fetishes that "normal" women look down upon? Like, a soft spot for Metallica, perhaps?