posted by Ben at 10:10 PM
Where I live, when people get drunk they have loud, raunchy sex in the middle of the fields.Aren't you glad you don't live here? Imagine the awkwardness!
Wouldn't be the first time I've pissed on someone in a field.Are you a country girl or a hippie? I can't decide. My guess is country girl, since hippies don't usually have access to the intermodem, since it's affiliated with the devil/meat.
Haha since.PS Since (bonus since)
since you've used since jobe I've decided to use since aswell since since is one of my fav words and has been since I was young.
Well guessed Jobe! Country girl it is, since, well, since always.And as a country girl, I do love my meat. (And the devil, though thats another story)My motto is "Support a farmer, order a steak."Do you not think that dropping your pants in the vacinity of the rooting couple would be awkward enough, should they catch sight of you? I hadn't thought of you peeing on them. You're quite right though, that would be awkward!
It may be awkward but you can get away with anything.It's not like they'll report it."Yes officer. We were naked, rooting in the middle of a field, when this large man emerges from the shadows and drops his pants. He then proceeded to rub one off, meow and run off."
Out here, you don't need to report anything. The whole district knows whats gone on before it happens most of the time. So just think, not only do they know that our couple were having it off in the field, but that they were approached by *cough* a large man who meowed after having a toss.The gossip would be going off. Off I say. (Twice)
Maybe I'd want that?
I always find it preferable to think that it was my choice to share intimate details.It gives the illusion of control.
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