LaureltheQueen wrote:have fun. I'll be looking for alternate lodging. Who wants to occasionally loan me money and buy me dinner? I'll sleep with you and cook you dinner every night
Do you like kids? Hehehe
-Matt
'92 SS 5mt. All go and no show. Sold :(
'94 Audi UrS4 Modded (new project)
'96 Outback 5mt.
'07 Legacy 2.5i SE
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Oh... and I hope the fucker get bunked with Gunter, arrested for raping Gorillas.[/quote]
I like the first pic with the dad in the background staring at their asses(disapprovingly?), while his daughter's all excited by the hot Pirelli girls.. ..it's off to the left.
"daddy, I wanna be a Pirelli girl!"
"No, sweet pea, not until you're 13."
meh, J-MoNeY, they're just standard showgirls..
They're nothing SPECTACULAR, but they're good enough looking. I've never met gorgeous Miller/Bud/Guiness girls, so.. it's all across the board. Someone gets the girl that everyone likes, it's just a matter of odds. After that, they find them on The Apprentice, suckin' off The Donald.
Laurel, time to sample the East Coast. I can just throw out most of the crap in the spare bedroom so you can move in (I move a lot in my sleep) and I can eat ... uh, all the turtle brownies you can bake.
Steve
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91legacy_sleeper wrote:meh, J-MoNeY, they're just standard showgirls..
They're nothing SPECTACULAR, but they're good enough looking. I've never met gorgeous Miller/Bud/Guiness girls, so.. it's all across the board. Someone gets the girl that everyone likes, it's just a matter of odds. After that, they find them on The Apprentice, suckin' off The Donald.
Lest I remind you of, THEEE TWIIIIIIIIIINS?!?! These arn't just standard girls. They are twins.
I wrote about a bizarre threesome with twins in the 2nd book ...
Steve
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The discussion between Lobo and Dante/Steve from Black September. I haven't gotten into the detail scenes as I'm still toying with a book on 'Lobo' (Evolution Movement people pick new names for themselves).
Lobo shrugs in agreement, the Evo has lowered their standards. “Get one of them broads while you’re there. You’re a guy who can always use to get laid and I bet it’s been a fuckin’ while. He’s got some young runaways,” he laughs. “Try a black one. You ever try one of them?”
“No.”
“It’s really no different. Ever do an Oriental?”
“Unfortunately, no. A guy I know who was in Korea told me the prostitutes there fuck you all night, do your laundry, and cook you breakfast all for almost nothing. Of course this guy took a tranny home by mistake and split when he found shit hanging where there shouldn’t ‘ve been so I’m not sure his experiences would at all resemble what I’d get.”
Lobo looks at him, “What’s the weirdest shit you done?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. A chapel, a store window, roof of a building ...”
“That ain’t what I mean. Like, weird, like that tranny?”
“Just pretty white chicks, man.”
Lobo looks disappointed and hits his beer again. “I done a mother and daughter one time. Helped them out of a bad situation with a bad boyfriend. They were so grateful they were all over me.”
“The mother and daughter? How old?”
“Girl was like fifteen I think, maybe a little older. Mother was in her thirties, but ...”
“Whoa. Fifteen? I don’t buy it. Sorry, man. Good story, though.”
“I’m telling you!” Lobo looks a little pissed at Steve’s doubt. “The daughter wanted to prove she was a woman and the mother showed her what to do. They were all over me – it was unbelievable. They were from Kansas,” he turns to him and says matter-of-factly, “That shit’s normal there.”
“Maybe.”
“But weirder than that were these twins ...”
Steve throws up his arms, “All right, you know? This is just ... I’ve seen pornos too, but I don’t pass that shit off as real experience.”
“Fuck you, man. I got no reason to prove nothing to you. You ever know any twins?”
“Fraternal twins.”
“Nah, I mean identical twins?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I met these twins in this little shit hole in Mexico years back and these broads wouldn’t do nothin’ apart and I mean nothin’. At first it was pretty damn cool, but after a couple months it just got too fuckin’ weird ...”
Steve puts down his beer, “Surprised you stayed with them that long.”
Lobo looks at him like the reason is obvious, “They were twins, man. I figure that’s a once-in-a-couple lifetimes opportunity I needed to take advantage of. They weren’t too bad lookin’ neither, but that was just icing on the cake.”
Steve snorts, “How the hell did you hook that up, then?”
“My irresistable charm ... And I was young and rollin’ in it at the time. I tell ya those women could smell money even if you’d hid it up your ass. Fuckin’ strange. They used to talk to themselves in their own kind of weird language and they would sometimes both start laughing at the same time when nobody said nothing. Oh, get this, one would cover the other’s mouth just before she’d sneeze! And you couldn’t tell she was goin’ to sneeze. The other one would just know. And they was like ... They were the most weird two women I had in bed at the same time, too. Now normally if you got two women, they act like they think you want them to or you can kinda tell they’re doin’ it ‘cause they think they’re bein’ wild or somethin’, but this was different. I don’t know how to describe it – I ain’t as good with words as you.”
“What do you mean?” Steve is actually kind of curious now.
The bartender comes over and gives them both another beer. Lobo takes a drink and puts it down. “Best thing I can think of is it was like watching a woman masturbate when she don’t know or care that you’re watching. How they lose themselves? It was like that, but with the both of them. Like each one was the other’s vibrator that knew exactly what to do. But they didn’t ignore me, neither and they were always ... in rhythm with each other.” Lobo shrugs his face as he tries to think of anything else, “They always came at the same time even if you were fingering one while the other was humpin’ you. I used to like to just watch ‘em when I was spent. Never seen women like that ... hell, anyone, that ... together ... in tune to each other. If I were more sentimental I’d probably be jealous of that closeness.”
Steve nods in agreement and takes a drink, “That is weird. I wonder what it’s like for them, like you said masturbating, but separated from your body. Must be strange seeing ‘your’ body from angles most people don’t see it from. Kind of makes you wonder if they’re one soul that somehow got split into two bodies.”
“Genes are the same, that’s all.”
“You think all that’s just genes? You don’t believe in souls?”
“You do?”
Steve looks across the bar at a lone patron who appears to be listening to them. FBI? Just a curious drunk? Lobo is talking loud enough. He keeps his peripheral vision on him and answers the question, “Would be awful depressing not to. Second law of thermodynamics – neither energy nor matter can be created or destroyed. It’s the only damn thing that makes sense, anyway.”
Lobo puts the beer to his lips and nods quietly. “I don’t know if it’s supposed to make sense.”
Steve blinks and pinches the bridge of his nose – he needs to get the conversation back to the Evo.
Midnight in a Perfect World on Amazon or order anywhere. The first book in a quartet chronicling the rise of a man from angry criminal to philanthropist. Midnight... is a distopic noirish novel featuring 'Duchess', a modified 1990 Subaru Legacy wagon.