Lastnight felt like the first time i've been out in ages. I mean, i go out almost every night, but it was the first time in a long while that i've been out just to be out until 3:30am doing nothing but drinking and dancing to a weird mix of music.
The most dangerous thing about sweet drinks is that they're so good and refreshing sometimes that you just gulp them up as fast as possible. Next thing you know you're yapping about how you wish you were a guy so that you could get blow jobs from sweet little girls much like yourself.
"Yeah, yeah, that's nice honey."
"Now why dont you talk to my pants for a little while?"k
Ahhh... the joys of being a dude. They're endless. My rack hardly makes up for it.