Like a Pack of Bloated Lions. Date Thursday, April 25, 2024 - 12:30 PM PST Topic Experiences Alright...lessee, where to start, how to begin? Well, at the beginning I'd figure. So hear I go, about to tell the story of what might have been the best, simplest and most enjoyable weekend I've had in a long, long time...maybe the best period. Memorial days weekend, Saturday morning. I had to work friday night, even though everybody else had it off. I was tired, drained and pretty much exhausted. The stresses of work and life in general were slowly beginning to etch away at the indomitable Dolo. And then I run into Morte and a coupla' other friends at the smoke deck. The Blonde girl and the brunette girl were there too of course...we're pretty much a pack now.So we get a bunch of people together and decide, well fuck...it's the weekend, we're all wasted, so lets go and do something fun. Morte is housesitting for a buddy of ours, and the guy pretty much gave us free reign to throw parties and such at his place while he was gone. So we pack up, and head out...buying a crapload of alcohol on the way out. This isn't your normal group of beer-addled sailors either. These are the good kids, the one's that look out for eachother and generally don't get into much trouble (well..caught at least). We get there, spread out and get down to our drinking, laughing and having fun. Nothing big really...two guys played Axis and Allies all night, the blonde girl (yaay!) and myself pretty much got wasted and made out like a couple of highschool kids when no one was looking. And everybody else was basically watching movies and having fun. Nothing spectacular, no bar hopping or nothing...just fun. We played Asshole too...thats a great game, I got to be president twice in a row and made up all sorts of bullshit rules...eventually we all just got too drunk to even play. I bust out my Tarot, and we just kind of find places to crash for the night. I had a minor Darkside crisis (I do that when I get drunk sometimes...get really sinister) but other than that, it was a good night. I woke up at six o'clock Sunday morning and realized I had fallen asleep in a chair. So I went to go find the Blonde girl and lay down next to her...she's so adorable when she sleeps. On the way I get to see Morte and the Brunette girl crashed out in the bed together...awww. So sunday rolls on in, most of the group goes home. Morte, the Girls and the Axis and Allies guys are the only ones left...and we decide to lazy sunday it. I swear we didn't move much, in the morning Morte and I jetted out to get some donuts and orange juice (We had a buttload of hungover sailors) but other than that, we just sorta' lounged around the place like a bunch of bloated lions after devouring a wildebeast or something...watching movie after movie. It was freaking great. It got really cool that night. Me and the blonde girl hit it off fully...she just sorta' disappeared into one room and when I went to go lay down with her...well, the bruises, bite marks and lacerations are still forming. It kinda' felt like sleeping with a bobcat, a really hot bobcat. Come monday morning...I think we all started moving at around three in the morning. All tired, bleary eyed and shiny...you know, the afterglow of a really nice, yummy weekend. I did get the crap scared out of me though...when Morte walked out of the room, we said our "hi's" and all...then out of nowhere, from behind him jumps the Brunette girl, sans pants and drags him back into the shadows. I just kind of stood there in shock for a moment. Then went back to watching Jacob's Ladder or something. Finally we all come back home...shower, shave, yaddah-yaddah...and then go back to work. It doesn't seem like much really, no wild adventures, barroom brawls or rampant kinky sexcapades (well...) but still, it was one of those simple, pleasant, and just freaking fun nights...marathon sex didn't hurt it much either... Yeah...so there, thats all I have to say about that. I just hope my wounds, bitemarks and bruises heal up before I acquire any more...or I'll look like the victim of a hate crime. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=334