July 29, 2003
The Dinner Party
So, this is how it starts:
Shell, Da Goddess, Kim, and the Grouchy Old Cripple get together for dinner one night..........
We're all eating nice big juicy steaks, drinking beer, and telling dirty jokes. The jokes turn to tales of wild, wanton debauchery. Someone, I forget who, suggests we take that the conversation into the living room and allow us the opportunity to get "comfortable."
It's quite noticeable that the men are already sporting a little something after Shell and I have talked about some of our experiences....all true, we add. Two sexy women who aren't afraid of pleasure always seems to get the attention of those dirty old men. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy dirty old men? Yes, well...back to the story.
Having seen the products of our storytelling abilities, Shell and I become bolder. Not satisfied with mere recitation of our adventures, she and I begin to ham it up and use each other as props. You know how it goes, she says, "and he grabbed my ass just the way I like it......" and she grabs mine. I go for the tits. That's just me, though. I'm a breast gal all the way. The men seem to enjoy our actions and things heat up even more.....
... and then shell says "Oh my God, look at the time... I've got to be at work!"
... and I say, "You know, I have to be up early in the morning to test that new .490 Magnumthumpenblitzenboomer rifle, so we'll be off, now."
We'd stop only to push the Crippled Bastard's wheelchair down the stairs.
So much for being a fly on a wall at that party.
He picked YOU GUYS to write his blog while he was gone?
I don't think he intended for you to turn it into a high school circus clique.
I agree with Grace. One of the biggest reasons I switched to Earthlink and got back online as quickly as I could, was to come here. It was bad enough I got here in time to only wave goodbye as Acidman goes away til Friday, but this is ridiculous. Between this, Lobowalk's disabled comments, and a few other disappointing changes to other blogs, I'm beginning to wonder....
Guess I'll just go do other things again, for a while longer, til Rob gets back.
This is usually a great blog, with excellent writing.
It isn't now.
Grace and Stevie...get over yourselves.
If I disguise myself as the Tiramisu Delivery Woman and show up at the front door with a giant bowl of creamy, rich, Italian goodness, can I come in?
Yes. Just make sure you have extra whipped cream