Bits and pieces of three best friends who’ve known each other for twenty years; bowling alley bars bring out the best in us.
“Tip number one: Wear a bikini everywhere, while you still can.”
“I don’t like the pooper.”
“I don’t like the pooper.”
“I like the pooper.”
“I said, Weezer makes me want to FUCK.”
“I can’t do that, I gotta save my back for fuckin’.”
“If that guy smells me again, I’m gonna have to get really mad.”
“Tiny cunt.”
“OK, if you wanna start talking about pussy…”
“Moles on the face, a sixth finger, and hairy nipples are all signs of witchcraft.”
“This is the last thing you’re gonna see before I fuck you in the ass.”
“It smells like coffee and poop in there.”
Coffee and poop are not compatible smells. I once used a restroom at a gas station that had a fresh cherry “tree” air freshener hanging to mask the bad smells. Well, ass and cherry do not mix.
Weezer reminds me of my high school days before I started the whole fucking bit. However, Weezer does remind me of getting wasted and dry humping the first pair of Bugle Boys that I could leech my vagina onto.
You guys are too funny! Sounds like you truly had a great time, and it looks like it too!
The Grunt,
Definitely incompatible smells!
Crystal,
Hey, that’s what we did this weekend!
Are You Willing to Change?,
I had such a great time that I’m bummed beyond belief now that it’s back to reality. Reality sucks.
Bowling is the new vagina!
Methinks once again that we could have good fun in person. And I’m not half bad at the bowling either.
Ok, yes I am.
Übermilf,
Vagina!
kris,
I agree, wholeheartedly! While I enjoy bowling (though I’m not good at it), we didn’t end up bowling because our butts were glued to our barstools.
Funny, I was just discussing pussy!
Weezer.
Hmmmmmm…
I don’t think they make me wanna do that.
Disco Goldfrapp — now, that can do it.
Bowling rocks!
What you failed to realize was that it wasn’t just the guy who was smelling you, but the whole friggin bar. You girls were passing enough gas through that place to put an OPEC nation to shame. Whew! Here’s being grateful nobody lit up next to you.