I wouldn't think that the number of times a guy came would be indicative of his sexual prowess. If she came 5 times then maybe.
The Funball portrays herself as a fun, sort of naive, happy go lucky chick. With a very nice ass. But it is becoming obvious that she has no qualms about leading on this sorry co-worker, whose idea of flirting is, violating every HR rule in the HR book, on par with a 14 year old. As someone else on this board told me, you're playing a dangerous game, Ms. H.
I've been to the tracks in Charlotte, Atlanta, Martinsville and Taladega. Several years ago, I decided to check out Darlington. Several guys and I were planning on it, and another coworker overheard us talking. He started going on about how hick and rednecky NASCAR was. Several of the guys went on and on about how there was certainly that element, but it was much more corporate and refined, very exciting, blah blah. So, this coworker was game to try something new, and decided to go with us. We tailgated for a little while then decided to make our way towards the track. This guy's first NASCAR experience, we've been going on and on about how not everybody there will be a "bubba" and so forth. Not even making this up: the FIRST guy we see after we enter the gate is about 6'6" 300, wearing overalls and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and has a giant fried turkey leg in each hand and sauce smeared on his face.
Gahavahab hajwbsixbq I just emerged from a 3-hour nap. Gotta rest up for my favorite college football weekend of the year/favorite weekend dodging dorks who can't drive and think that the West End is a cool place to go out. Funball, that's shocking. It's not the early 2000s and you aren't working at Chili's with a 25 year old manager. Your boss should know better than this.
I'm looking for wedding night lingerie and need some feedback on the following: Spoiler Also, I'm just going to put this here. Spoiler
Go with whatever is the most comfortable to sleep in, because while you're changing into it, your newly-minted husband will be crashing out. Out wedding night was supposed to be filled with awesome post-festivities sex and she had an outfit all picked out and the whole shebang. Yeah, not so much. By the end of the night, we were happy just to get home, take a nice long shower, and get in bed. And we were so tired we barely had the energy to do even that.
First Christmas present checked off for the husband. Thanks Angel! I was going to get him golf clubs. And I vote white.
Just finished a 12km run and pulled up pretty good. Did have a small emergency pit stop after 8km but all's well that ends well. I've drinking way too much lately and not saving anything so you fuckers are going to have to keep me entertained more often now. As I promised funball here is a photo of my leg after the ripper lashed me with a leather strap.
It's harvest weekend. Booya. Looks like I grew enough to last me until next harvest weekend. It funny how things work out sometimes.
She didn't like my shoes and got my up on stage to whip me but I was laughing at her when she was hitting me so that made her swing harder. Didn't get any more reaction out of me except laughter though.
A similar thing happened to my buddy Mark. He went up for a toonie slide and the stripper whipped his studded belt off him, yanked down his pants and wailed on his ass for five minutes before he crawled away crying. He had welts for a week.
It might have hurt a bit with studs but it was just plain leather. I've got a pretty high pain threshold and had been drinking as well. I've been known to laugh at people when they hit me if I'm drunk so the stripper was never going to get me to call mercy.
Well, I made it until baby A was a week old before he fully initiated me into changing a little boy's diaper. I've been peed on. What's everybody else doing tonight?