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Flizum Flopp
Sunday, 7 November 2004
Man Whore
Ok, so up until recently I haven't taken advantage of the "bartender privelidge" and, I'm not talking about the sleeping in until one and going to work at four privelidge. I'm talking about the advantage that a bartender has over the average guy whith the ladies. This past week I have had sex with three different women, received oral sex from two women, made out with four women, kissed ten women, have been called by 7 different women and have received phone numbers from 21 women. Highlights of my week include, having sex on the first date, having sex without a date, hearing the sentence,"you should come over to my place tomorrow, I have a jacuzzi" while in bed nude,and seeing my first clitoral piercing. Also I have experienced a general,"I want to do you" gaze on the face of every woman that I have come into contact with. One wonan even beat me to the, "I'm not looking for anything serious right now" speech. It was like all of the pleasure without all of the guilt. Honestly it took all of the fun out of it. I must have had sex more in a 48 hour period with that woman that I have ever had with anyone, including myself, in my life. But when it was all said and done, I just wanted to be alone, drink a couple of beers and watch some HBO on demand by myself. I should probably remember this when I'm married with kids and some hot temptrest comes on to me. Ah well, crazy week, fun week, good week. By palz!

Posted by seansix0 at 6:38 AM EST

Monday, 8 November 2004 - 6:56 PM EST

Name: Mateo

I got blue-balls just reading this.

Sunday, 5 December 2004 - 3:20 AM EST

Name: matt or something...the other one
Home Page: http://www.rvscontrols.com

So, um, what's going on and stuff. It's 3AM and I can't sleep. I think it has something to do with the Staples. You see, I went to Staples today and there was a Mexican restaurant right next door. Man oh man...I havn't seen a mexican restaurant in a year, and I was hoping to get a serious el mariachi/plaza feeling.

Two things I really should have considered:

1. Philadelphia has no mexicans. Philadelphia has Pakistanis, Indians, Ivory Coastians, and lesbians, but no Mexicans. Seriously. Mexican food..yet no Mexicans...Seems so obvious now...

2. When you go into a Mexican place, and there is a big sign on the door that says "BYOB".... it's not a good sign. Now, I don't know much about Mexico, but I know Mexican restaurants, and if you can't get a Margarita...it's not a mexican restaurant. This place was a glorified taco bell. Did this stop me? No. I like to live dangerously.

Some white guy with blue eyes(We'll assume he's the owner) took my order (he had a mexican accent...wtf?)..cooked my food...and served me my food. I don't know if he washed his hands in between his stations, after he used the restroom, or after removing that stubborn dingleberry last monday. I think my left brain (the logical side) is dead...because anybody with any sense would have run.

Yes, I ate some. It was nasty. Like doing-Chris-Conroy-in-broad-daylight-without-a-bag-over-her-head nasty.

I'll let that visual image soak in for a moment. Now for another image. Imagine taking a dump such that the fecal matter dispensing itself from your body is in such quantities that the mound actually breaks the surface of the water. (Ladies, I know you want me.) I don't know whether to be proud or to be ashamed. This is a situation where you want to call somebody over and show them what you're capable of, but you're torn because it's probably in bad taste. I thought about taking a digital picture on high resolution and posing it, but then Scott would masturbate to it. No Good. So, here I am. Telling story of my large log on Ben's Blog, Dog.

The End.

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