OK, first of all, I had a fucking blast that day. don brought me to a store called "Greasy" where the sales clerk was wearing a jock strap. And that was it. just a Jock. then we went to a store where the hunky biker dude who worked there managed to shoe-horn my body into a rubber shirt four sizes too small. And i looked pretty damn hot, judging by the boner he was presenting me.Quote:
Originally posted by Ounique
I'm afraid I wasn't all that exciting, LOL.
Ah, Blue-eyed Bikers presenting bone. let me take a minute.
OK... So then we went to an empty bar where don strapped me onto a chain-link spider web and tightened the restraints. And then called the patrons of the bar... long story short... um... you really can't get out of those restraints if you want to or not. And I did not.
I got to shave don's head, and he showed me the worst movie musical ever. I quite liked it.
We went to WeHo, and I was cruising men left right and center. And they were cruising me back. We got followed out of a book store by these two rather large hunks. It was hot.
Ok, so that night we went to The Faultline where some big huge drunken dork tried to pick me up using his best belching call. not hot. Nice tattoos, though, and Don's rather hot friend Gregory wore a kilt. (In a perfect world, I would have Jasunated him right there for wearing that, but I showed a little decorum. I'll remember not to do that again.)
Next we went to the Gauntlet, where I got all cudlly with some guy who turned out to be the owner or something.
Oh, and it was the first time that a total stranger walked up to me, lifted up my shirt and put clothespins on my nipples. He let me keep one. I still have it in a special place. Try getting THAT through a metal detector at the airport.
So there you go.. that's the reader's digest version of our night. There's a lot more that happened, but I don't want to bore you.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHa
And yes, Don has a pull out couch. And no, I didn't sleep in it.