Sunday, October 28, 2001
|4:58 AM|
My right tit is good luck
The odd title comes from a man's mouth, though we were on our way to a strip club at the time. I will now imitate this bachelor party I attended.
Tits, Tits, Ass BEEER.
Tits, Tits, Ass
I didn't drink, and something was a bit off in my head by the end of the evening so I was not particularly into the all nude strip bar that finished out the party. We had started festivities off with a hotel room and a couple hired strippers, who also brought a long a full leather-clad cat woman friend. I mention this because she brought a whip, which comes into play in just a few short sentences. After the bachelor had been thoroughly tortured, a couple males were given personal attention by the hired women. I ended up in the center of the room after some friends of mine paid for special treatment. My boxers were promptly torn to hell with laser accuracy by the elder stripper. I was then strangled by my own belt while being bucked around. In a mere 3 minutes I had gone from a perfectly normal state to on the floor being whipped repeatedly. From the chatter I heard from the women they were impressed at my flexibility. I spent most of the rest of my evening hanging around with a very nice homosexual fellow. He was probably the only male among us less interested in the strip club than I. Not to say I was totally disinterested, but something was missing, or so it seemed to me.
Well, I did like those boxers. I'll take a webcam shot when I wake back up. It's been a long hard night. Oh! I should update those who care on Zusty, who Vorpal and I callously ditched to go to this festival of debauchery. Zusty and I had planned to go to goodwill to shop for costumes 2 days ago, but this was cancelled when I showed up at where she is staying and promptly collapsed in a half slumbering state. I was conciouss enough only to foul up her conversation with someone on the phone, so I'm a jerk. Eventually I woke up and we watched "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" which is excellent.Dinner was eaten at a nice mexican resteraunt which neglected to charge Vorpal for his food out of convience.
The next day we went shopping for costumes. Zusty found a very unusual dress/robe thing that is going to be her costume. It can play many roles depending on what she chooses to go as. I am going as Famine, and I carry my costume around with me, the ability to suck in my gut to starvation proportions. I'd post a picture but as several people can testify, it's too hideous even for the internet.
Zusty seems to be enjoying herself despite Vorpal's and my best efforts to bore her to death. If you are reading this Zusty, I'm sorry. We'll be cooler soon. I promise.
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