A message from my friend Hogan;
" The funniest memory (at least one I can forever give you a hard time about) I have of you is kind of a toss-up. Do I pick New Orleans or St. Louis?
New Orleans: We open with a shot of a tall bald male, sitting on the floor of a hotel suite, clutching a liter of Jim Beam. The smell of liquor, sex, and fun permiate the room. Moments later, emotions begin to run high, and the bald man decides that with Jim Beam as his rocket fuel, he is driving to Columbia, MO. Enter a slightly smaller sexy male with brown hair. Clearly the more coherant of the two, he tries to reason with the crazy drunk bald man. The bald man has forgotten that the sexy man is his friend, and begins to threaten him with pain...to no avail of course (because the smaller sexy male will turn green and rip through his clothes with muscle when sufficiently aroused by anger...remember that for your protection!). Instead, the bald male realizes that fun and frollicking in New Orleans would better suit him, and evades a near dreadful experience at the hands of Green Hogan!
St. Louis: A Memorable...but not so memorable...orgy
Following a night of drunken stupor and dirty fun, a bald male, a sexy male, his short loud male friend, a rugged bostonian, a goofy marine, a fat chick and a petite psycho return to their hotel room. As feelings of impending doom seep into the sexy male's head, he decides it would be best to call it an evening and return to his small friend's home to dream of Jeanie. The next morning, the sexy male returns to the room at approximately 11:00 am. And what to his watering eyes appears??? A fat chick, staring blankly into the abyss of a sex soaked hotel room, repeating in her head the hours previous. How...how she asks herself...how did a marine fuck me so hard while being coached by the bostonian when I love my boyfriend back home so much? How did the big bald man not murder the petite psycho by stabbing her with what was certainly a cock half as long as her? How did all this happen to me?? The answer: Who cares bitch...shut up and go home!
Well, now I feel bad for calling that poor bitch a...shit I did it again. Oh well, another day, another fuckfest! Thank god I got out of that one, and got all the details anyway. "
I laughed forever, thank you Hogan
" The funniest memory (at least one I can forever give you a hard time about) I have of you is kind of a toss-up. Do I pick New Orleans or St. Louis?
New Orleans: We open with a shot of a tall bald male, sitting on the floor of a hotel suite, clutching a liter of Jim Beam. The smell of liquor, sex, and fun permiate the room. Moments later, emotions begin to run high, and the bald man decides that with Jim Beam as his rocket fuel, he is driving to Columbia, MO. Enter a slightly smaller sexy male with brown hair. Clearly the more coherant of the two, he tries to reason with the crazy drunk bald man. The bald man has forgotten that the sexy man is his friend, and begins to threaten him with pain...to no avail of course (because the smaller sexy male will turn green and rip through his clothes with muscle when sufficiently aroused by anger...remember that for your protection!). Instead, the bald male realizes that fun and frollicking in New Orleans would better suit him, and evades a near dreadful experience at the hands of Green Hogan!
St. Louis: A Memorable...but not so memorable...orgy
Following a night of drunken stupor and dirty fun, a bald male, a sexy male, his short loud male friend, a rugged bostonian, a goofy marine, a fat chick and a petite psycho return to their hotel room. As feelings of impending doom seep into the sexy male's head, he decides it would be best to call it an evening and return to his small friend's home to dream of Jeanie. The next morning, the sexy male returns to the room at approximately 11:00 am. And what to his watering eyes appears??? A fat chick, staring blankly into the abyss of a sex soaked hotel room, repeating in her head the hours previous. How...how she asks herself...how did a marine fuck me so hard while being coached by the bostonian when I love my boyfriend back home so much? How did the big bald man not murder the petite psycho by stabbing her with what was certainly a cock half as long as her? How did all this happen to me?? The answer: Who cares bitch...shut up and go home!
Well, now I feel bad for calling that poor bitch a...shit I did it again. Oh well, another day, another fuckfest! Thank god I got out of that one, and got all the details anyway. "
I laughed forever, thank you Hogan
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