Hot Dam A Real Hot Dam Round Table..... Count Me In.
Hot dam a real hot dam round table. Count me in.
And let me remind you that ana lisa dances at the millstream. Not that I could ever expect 2 rt's to focus on this one lady. LOL.
I will be there. Do any thing I can to get out. Even kick the old so to the curb. LOL.
Smiling Fox
Here I am! (my very first post)
I've been trolling for a few months, since I moved to MD from New York (my slime trail can be found mostly around St Marks Pl but I've done most of the crawls of note there). Anyway, I can stop trolling because I finally left the computer to visit the Real World.
This past Saturday around 3am I cruised the WW area and picked up Samantha at the corner of Ashton and some dark side street. Light brown hair, mid-20s, not quite CCL but getting there. Her bra felt like it had a toilet paper roll folded up in it instead of a tit. Whatever, she's not moving in with me.
We did the drive and grope and then discussed interests.
We parked (her spot, please call me stupid now. I've read enough here to know that's dangerous but not enough to know a spot). I asked for FS. She quoted $40 (flame again, 1st time out and I wasn't psyched up enough to haggle).
No BJ warmup. She squatted on me in the driver's seat to do the deed. Not the most elegant technique, but it worked as needed.
Dropped Samantha off and started to loop again. After about 5 minutes, and much sooner than I expected or could be ready for, spotted an amazing pair walking down Ramsay by Pulaski. Both early 20s, one blond, curlyish shoulder long hair, thin but not near lean, the other a little fuller body, short brown hair. I looped around to see if they were something else and one was getting in a car. I thought about scooping the other, but I realized I was going to need another 5 minutes of rest. Drove around a few blocks and came back. They're both there as I drive up but I realize that I REALLY NEED TO PISS. Oh, that's not going to work. Pass, go to find some grass that needs watering (out of the neighborhood). I'm back 15 minutes later and they're gone. D'oh. Drive off, loop a bit, drive back, loop a bit, stop for gas, came back a few times but I didn't see them again by around 4.30am.
So, what do you all think? Post-mongering hallucination? Or did someone else see them around there? Anyone connect with them?
Scrumpyjack is a brand of cheap hard cider in England, comes in 2-liter bottles like it's soda pop. As a friend said, "it's what pissheads drink".
Cheers