best millisecond of her life
I was travelling about in the States, and had made it all the way from Florida to California because the guy who had bought the van thought he might be onto a promise with a girl we'd met during Mardi Gras. I got her friend, who was skinny and had more gum than teeth, and found it pretty easy to play it cool with her. This clearly sent her into a frothing fizz, so she tried like a bear all evening. Eventually she resorted to getting me shit faced, on that revolting gold flakes & cinammon shit. By this point I was thinking it might actually be fun, so back to hers, on with a johnny, and I swear I don't think I even got in an inch before I popped, much to her disgust. Next morning was fabulous - me with chronic shame & pounding hangover, trying to drink a coffee while she glared at me. Sorry Tammy, wherever you are....
( normix, Sat 16 Jun 2007, 12:01, Reply)