Another day, another dollar. Or... more preciseley, another boy?
That's right. I said it.
I am a boy-o-holic!
It's a disaster.
This time, the culprit was a really sexy Army Ranger (yeah, I found this out AFTER the hook up. If I'd have known, I would have stayed away! I have learned my lesson once- well, now twice about fucking with those guys. JUST DON'T DO IT.)
He is a tattoo apprentice on the side, because, well, he's getting kicked out of the army for being crazy.
Kind of?
And no. I'm not making this shit up. How could I?
ANYWAYS.
I think the most memorable thing about this encounter was the fact that he had a tramp stamp - YES. A TRAMP STAMP....OF A BAKED POTATO, THAT SAID "DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT".
Right above his ass!
NO JOKE!
Even more surprising was the fact that I didn't think we'd be having sex.
Stupid me!
Seems like I'm gettin' lucky every time I meet a new guy. Well, almost every time (see last post).
Anyways.
It wasn't stellar.
But he was sexy. And, you know me, I get real sweooney around hot boys with tattoos. No matter how stupid, apparently.
He won't really talk to me, either.
What a drag! I babysat his 3 year old son the next morning. After he came into his dad's room, saw me laying in bed and screamed:
"DADDY?! WHO IS THIS?!"
Yeah.
Not my proudest moment.
Glad I can entertain you all!
That's right. I said it.
I am a boy-o-holic!
It's a disaster.
This time, the culprit was a really sexy Army Ranger (yeah, I found this out AFTER the hook up. If I'd have known, I would have stayed away! I have learned my lesson once- well, now twice about fucking with those guys. JUST DON'T DO IT.)
He is a tattoo apprentice on the side, because, well, he's getting kicked out of the army for being crazy.
Kind of?
And no. I'm not making this shit up. How could I?
ANYWAYS.
I think the most memorable thing about this encounter was the fact that he had a tramp stamp - YES. A TRAMP STAMP....OF A BAKED POTATO, THAT SAID "DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT".
Right above his ass!
NO JOKE!
Even more surprising was the fact that I didn't think we'd be having sex.
Stupid me!
Seems like I'm gettin' lucky every time I meet a new guy. Well, almost every time (see last post).
Anyways.
It wasn't stellar.
But he was sexy. And, you know me, I get real sweooney around hot boys with tattoos. No matter how stupid, apparently.
He won't really talk to me, either.
What a drag! I babysat his 3 year old son the next morning. After he came into his dad's room, saw me laying in bed and screamed:
"DADDY?! WHO IS THIS?!"
Yeah.
Not my proudest moment.
Glad I can entertain you all!
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you heard me.
It's not just a plain potato, either.
It has sour cream, etc. on it.
ahha oh my god.