Remember, this is a family forum. You wife might see your post, .
No fake news. I do not need to brag.
Dear Penthouse, I have a confession. I had no cum shattering stories but I have had fun.
About around the year 1981 I was at a bar. With friends I graduated with in 1977. We were sitting there, BS'ing over some beers. The waitress came over and gave me a shot of tequila, and a shot of Crown Royal. .
She said some gals at an other table, actually just one of them, sent me those drinks. I was flustered. I shot one and waved. My friends said I need to go over and thank her. So. I shot the other one, stood up, and went over.
Uhh, the rest is "Dear Penthouse". My buds, and hers, all got together, had a very good time.
Remember, this is a family forum. You wife might see your post, .
No fake news. I do not need to brag.
Dear Penthouse, I have a confession. I had no cum shattering stories but I have had fun.
About around the year 1981 I was at a bar. With friends I graduated with in 1977. We were sitting there, BS'ing over some beers. The waitress came over and gave me a shot of tequila, and a shot of Crown Royal. .
She said some gals at an other table, actually just one of them, sent me those drinks. I was flustered. I shot one and waved. My friends said I need to go over and thank her. So. I shot the other one, stood up, and went over.
Uhh, the rest is "Dear Penthouse". My buds, and hers, all got together, had a very good time.
I never thought it would happen to me but I went to a costume party dressed as Garth from Wayne's World and my girlfriend was dressed as Wayne. All night I had my flannel shirt tied around my waist and I schwinged! assorted women with my sizable swinging shirt sleeves, some I schwinged multiple times...and they all loved it. When we went home we partied on.
But before we went home we met ourselves at a bar while partying on listening to a reggae band.
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I never thought it would happen to me but I went to a costume party dressed as Garth from Wayne's World and my girlfriend was dressed as Wayne. All night I had my flannel shirt tied around my waist and I schwinged! assorted women with my sizable swinging shirt sleeves, some I schwinged multiple times...and they all loved it. When we went home we partied on.
But before we went home we met ourselves at a bar while partying on listening to a reggae band.
I have no idea as to how to respond to this. Without pictures, we really don't know this happened. But, that's OK, I'm good with not knowing for sure. Have never seen Wayne's World and now I'm sure I won't. Yes, I lead a sheltered life.
Dear Penthouse, I never dreamed I would end up WORKING there...
Quick tour of the place, and my office. (Don't believe me? look for the three Fiero-related things...heh... can't find the other half of the tour...must be on a Hard drive *somewhere* )
Three words: BEST.JOB.EVER.
(Till they decided to go public...which wasn't the best idea...)
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Dear Penthouse, I was on a family friendly Fiero Forum and I wanted to tell a story of brief joy. I was visiting Canada back when I was 21, a place called the Kingsway Inn. I was enjoying some of the best beer in my life and watching dancing girls that were models from Penthouse and Playboy. I was amazed that life could be so good. After a few rounds of these girls, I decided to see downtown. After parking and going for a walk I seen walking towards me the best looking female I had seen in my life up to that moment. I could not let this moment pass without trying. I shuffled to block her direct path and, "Excuse me, your are the most attractive woman I have ever seen. What would it take to convince you to have a date with a guy like me?" Apparently $50 US and a $20 for a room. I still hold that lead up , the moment we separated and the entire time between and a precious memory. She was French and all the best that that could imply.
Dear Penthouse, I was on a family friendly Fiero Forum and I wanted to tell a story of brief joy. I was visiting Canada back when I was 21, a place called the Kingsway Inn. I was enjoying some of the best beer in my life and watching dancing girls that were models from Penthouse and Playboy. I was amazed that life could be so good. After a few rounds of these girls, I decided to see downtown. After parking and going for a walk I seen walking towards me the best looking female I had seen in my life up to that moment. I could not let this moment pass without trying. I shuffled to block her direct path and, "Excuse me, your are the most attractive woman I have ever seen. What would it take to convince you to have a date with a guy like me?" Apparently $50 US and a $20 for a room. I still hold that lead up , the moment we separated and the entire time between and a precious memory. She was French and all the best that that could imply.
I have a friend that told me, always check for an Adam's Apple, not sure why he told me that........... Shrug
I had a triple stacked kite like that. My first stunt kite. It was a lot of fun. In 1992 I went to Padre Island outside of Corpus Christi. It was Spring Break. I really was older than most the crowd but the optics were very good.
I was flying that stunt kite, and some bikini clad gals come cruising by, as the crowd at Spring Break, on drive on beaches, drive up and down the beach.
The bikini clad gals yelled at me to get my attention (I was watching my kite's flight). The passenger yelled ... "fly this kite baby". Flashing her tits. It got my intention and, , I crashed my stunt kite into the car.
Yes. On purpose almost. I was just trying to "buzz" the tower tits.
Originally posted by rinselberg: That was a stimulus. Check?
Yeah, I guess so, . It was a stimulant.
The reason I posted my latest was, wait for it, ............ I am going to buy another three stack kite, and going to Padre Island. The wife wants to go on vacation, the 4th of July week. Family gathering and I am going to need self space.