So my friend has this sister, Doris. This girl, she has some chest on her. And not bad looking overall. Few weeks ago we’re at a party. We’re outside fooling around on my friend’s car. It’s a small car. This is no small girl. And I’m not small. She wouldn’t get in the backseat anyway. It happens. Afterwards I knew that we weren’t going anywhere. For one thing I have a job transferring me overseas, and another thing, her left eye wandered a little. And that would distract me.
But the point is, afterwards I realize I hadn’t thrown anywhere near my best hump at her. So, on one hand I know that we’re not gonna gonout any more, on the other hand I’m thinking to myself, “If I don’t date Doris again, she’s gonna think that when we were in that little car I threw her my best hump.” I can’t have that. That was my dilemma. So I wound up taking her out again and I threw her a first rate hump, but off that I began to realize that she felt that we might have some possibilities.
What do I do?
MASON HAS CREATED THIS FORUM SO I CAN ENTERTAIN ALL YOU PIGS WITH MY GREAT POKER STORIES SO HERE'S ANOTHER ONE. I'M PLAYING 4-8 AT THE BELLAGIO AND POKERBABE TAKES THE SEAT TO MY LEFT. I SAY "WHAT'S THE MATTER, HONEY? DID YOU GET BUSTED AT THE BIGGER GAMES?" AND LAUGH. I GET DEALT JACK FIVE OFF SUIT AND DECIDE TO TEACH THIS SO CALLED MID LIMIT PLAYER HOW TO REALLY PLAY THE GAME. I RAISE. SHE ROLLS HER EYES AND RERAISES ME. I SMOOTH CALL. THE FLOP COMES KING NINE FIVE. I CHECK, SHE BETS AND I CHECK RAISE HER SAYING "ACE KING NO GOOD, HONEY" SHE CALLS. THE TURNS BRINGS AN ACE AND I BET RIGHT INTO HER. SHE RAISES AND I COME OVER THE TOP. SHE CALLS. THE RIVER CARD COMES ANOTHER FIVE. I BET AND SHE STUPIDLY CALLS ME. I TAKE IT DOWN AND SHE TRYS TO ELICIT SYMPATHY FROM ME BY SHOWING HER ACE KING. I TELL HER SHE DOESN'T BELONG IN THE SAME GAME WITH JOEY. LATER THAT NIGHT WE BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER IN THE PARKING GARAGE. I TELL HER SHE SHOULD PROBABLY BE PLAYING 2-4 OR LOWER IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HER ENTIRE BANKROLL. THEN SHE SMACKED ME ACROSS THE HEAD AND KICKED ME IN THE GROIN. NEXT THING I KNEW SHE HAD ME BENT OVER THE BACK OF A CAR AND WAS UNDRESSING ME. I'LL HAVE TO PUT THIS NEXT PART DELICATELY- I THEN DISTINCLY FELT MYSELF BEING PENATRATED BY A PLASTIC FOREIGN OBJECT. WHEN SHE WAS DONE, SHE SAYS "WHO'S COMING OVER THE TOP NOW". I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO CALL MYSELF JOEYBITCH FROM NOW ON. I'VE GOT THE LAST LAUGH THOUGH. I'VE GOT HER MONEY. SEE YA AND WOULDN'T WANT TO BE YA, YOU FAT HUMPS.
I feel like if you kept honing your craft you have the potential for some pretty entertaining troll threads....I just don't want to have to wade through the piles of garbage you're going to write until you eventually get there. So maybe find a diff forum and come back in a few years, cuz I really do think there is something there.
I think after you thru the 2nd and first rate hump you should feel proud as a man for not letting that be a regret. For advice I would say take Betsy out for a 3rd date, she is likely looking for no more from you than you are from her.
I think after you thru the 2nd and first rate hump you should feel proud as a man for not letting that be a regret. For advice I would say take Betsy out for a 3rd date, she is likely looking for no more from you than you are from her.
So my friend has this sister, Doris. This girl, she has some chest on her. And not bad looking overall. Few weeks ago we’re at a party. We’re outside fooling around on my friend’s car. It’s a small car. This is no small girl. And I’m not small. She wouldn’t get in the backseat anyway. It happens. Afterwards I knew that we weren’t going anywhere. For one thing I have a job transferring me overseas, and another thing, her left eye wandered a little. And that would distract me.
But the point is, afterwards I realize I hadn’t thrown anywhere near my best hump at her. So, on one hand I know that we’re not gonna gonout any more, on the other hand I’m thinking to myself, “If I don’t date Doris again, she’s gonna think that when we were in that little car I threw her my best hump.” I can’t have that. That was my dilemma. So I wound up taking her out again and I threw her a first rate hump, but off that I began to realize that she felt that we might have some possibilities.
What do I do?
Few weeks ago we’re at a party. We’re outside fooling around on my friend’s car. It’s a small car. This is no small girl. And I’m not small. She wouldn’t get in the backseat anyway. It happens.