a few months after the ramifications of the blizzard, there was pretty legit fallout. the big brown cunt was more awkward than ever. the notorious VAG was in shock and awe. the biggest ho we know, well, she was still the biggest ho we know. and me, i was still hanging out with these bitches. why? i don’t know. boredom i guess. oh well. the next opportunity for debauch times had arrived. yup. another afterparty. this time, there was no blizzard. it was another one of those ethnic afterparties that these hos schedule their lives around. it was the afterparty for some event called dh. dh for dry humping? prolly not. but whatev. it worked out that this night was all about dh.
so we did our ethnic thing first. good times? more like a waste of time. but now, it was gametime. these sluts spent about 5 minutes plus/minus 4 hours getting themselves ready for when they would become sexual predators looking for the ultimate hookup that night. they probably should have known that the only one who was gonna get some that night was the one who gets some every night, tbhwk. surprise, surprise. of course, the only reason i roll with these bitches because i’m smart enough to realize that if you roll with enough sluts, you aren’t paying cover. write that down guys. so we just walk right in and the games begin.
i’m on the lookout for fresh 18 year olds who are fresh and ripe like fresh mangoes. and fresh. because i only eat fresh. like subway. bbc, VAG, and tbhwk go straight to their fav place. $1 canadian if you can guess where that is. too late. the bar. if these sluts aren’t waste case when on the prowl, it doesn’t even matter because the story is gonna be lame-o. like an iphone wannabe-o. we get on the dance floor and do our thing. tbhwk is pretty bad, so she looks like she is just having a seizure. it is not hot. however, her general stank ho-ness overwhelms, and she manages to get some attention. the VAG is getting mildly sexually assaulted by some rat looking fellow who has the same name as me. but not really. and the bbc? well, she’s being awkward and dancing alone in the corner. and sweating. profusely. like, bitch please, get a towel.
so the hours go by. each of us is doing our own thing. i’m getting tired because i’m an old man. these 18 year old sluts have way too much energy. i go over to the bbc, who now looks like she has just stepped out of a pool. it’s not attractive. we save the VAG from the rat. the three of us are looking for the other ho of our little club when we see something that will haunt us for the rest of our lives. looking back, we probably should have seen it coming. like a ho about to take a nut in the eye. but whatev. we find tbhwk. except she is not alone. instead, she has formed a new being with some runty looking fellow called the cloak. tongues have swapped std-laced saliva. hands are all over each other’s not hot bods. tbhwk has thrown a leg around the runty looking fellow called the cloak and has wrapped him up like a spider does to its prey. after viewing this animal planet documentary on the mating habits of species super nast, i feel the sudden urge to vomit. let it fly old man.
after clean up in aisle 3, i gather the troops. the topic of the moment is whether to let tbhwk continue her stomach turning union with the runty looking fellow called the cloak. the other option is to intervene. duh. so we take up a vantage point and check the situation. yup. the not so hot and heavy action is still going strong. we keenly observe for the next too long moment of time, waiting for a break in the action. that moment finally arrives as the runty looking fellow called the cloak exits the location to use the loo. we run over to tbhwk and slap that stupid grin off her face. “what the shit are you doing with that runty looking fellow called the cloak? did you by chance look at his face? or his short stature? or his dirty wanna-be goatee? i mean, we know you are a ho, and you are the biggest ho we know to boot, but have some standards, bitch!” tbhwk, unfazed by this attack on her non-existent character, responded with a silly look on her face. “i’m in love. this is gonna last forever. i’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to do. sexually.” she pushes us aside, and runs off to put that runty looking fellow called the cloak’s cock in her mouth. looking over at the bbc and the notorious VAG, one thought comes to our heads, and we all express it aloud at the same time. “well, that was a bad decision”.
