Saturday night, and feelin' alllllllllright. 9:30p plans to hang out with a female friend who always seems to navigate her mouth to my genitals. It's almost automatic. Weed plus a little techno and this girl is ready to orally pump the super soaker.
At 10:30p (an hour past our scheduled hang out time), I decide to roll out. En route realized it was my buddy's birthday and naturally had to stop by the bar partayyyy and say hello. At 11:30p I called aforementioned female friend to see if she wanted anything from the store (how can you be mad at a guy who, although delinquent, offers to pick up something from the store?). At 12p I roll up to said female's apartment. A six pack of Heineken and a bag of Munchies? Oh, it's on.
After two beers, female friend (whom we'll refer to as WICS - Weed Induced Cock Sucker) busts out the sticky icky nugs. A few bowl rips, and we're creating iPad art. One hell of a trippy looking puppy later and Daft Punk christens the laptop speakers. Again, the key to WICS oral engine is the weed/techno one-two-punch.
VROOM! Engine starts, and the next thing I know, my meat is engulfed to the beat of AROUND THE WORLD. Head from literally a bobbing-head-in-sync-with-the-music.
Not bad for a late start to the night.
Moral of the story: Whatever you do, always bring snacks.
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