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[QUOTE="the_reverend:508704"]no, but here, I fixed it. Anti-Racism said:[QUOTE]OK, I try to be a good person. I believe racism is a great evil and sexism is just as bad, that homophobia is cruel, that Mexicans are as intelligent as Swedes if you educate them right. I believe in religious tolerance, even for people whose views I find repugnant. Sometimes, I disappoint myself. I was at infoterror's house last Friday night. We were getting absolutely fucking ripped high and drinking cognac, and because he still lives with his mom, smoking up the second-story sun porch instead of the house. Well his mom who is divorced is a little bit of a hottie - about 5'6", long auburn hair, big blue eyes, small tidy breasts, good figure and athletic. She can't bust him anymore because he's 29 so when she comes home she just knocks on the door and says, "You know you can smell that up the block. You might want to just come inside, but don't tell your father (her ex) that I did this." Not a problem. She's always been cool like that. But it's Friday night and no date for mom, which is sad because she's a nice woman. So infoterror walks in and then I go to the door and she stops me with a look. First, I'm drunk, so I'm a bit of a loose cannon. Next, I'm high on Thai bud, which means I'm trying to hide a raging hard-on but I wore fucking khakis instead of jeans (you cannot hide a raging hard on in khakis, forget it). She looks up, and down, and then circles back around. I bust out laughing and tell her it's always been a dream of mine, but that she's too much class for me. We have a good laugh about it but she doesn't move, so I sort of squeeze past and the party resumes. OK, about a half bottle of cognac later, she comes down to the TV room where we're roasting spliff four and god awfully drunk. First she takes a drink, and just starts chatting, then a couple hits of the spliff. Somewhere in here she starts pouring more cognac, and later vodka, into infoterror's glass, then hands him back the spliff twice. He's ripped and at some point, says, dude, I'm wrecked, and bails to his room upstairs to sleep it off. So... We're still talking, me and infoterror's mom (infoterror's mom). We start first just rappin about things that happened to us, and get on to the fact that the world might be ending, at which point she sort of snuggles up to me. She had infoterror when she was seventeen and hasn't lost any points if you ask me, so I'm back with the raging hardon. Anyway, at some point she says, we shouldn't be doing this, and I said, why does it seem like a bad idea to you? One thing led to another and so now infoterror's not avoiding me but he knows something is up. I haven't talked to her yet. Worst thing is, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Am I evil or what? [/QUOTE][/QUOTE]
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