Just Found Out A Girl From The Past

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

 

And the nominee for most incoherent update ever is.....

 

 

That makes perfect sense except for the dog. And maybe the ball drop. The eggplant-pumpkin comparison is on her, That's what she said. Maybe she meant you always stick your hand in the pumpkin (think halloween) and you never stick your hand in an eggplant. Guy stuck his hand in her eggplant?

[Bad Santa 26]

That makes perfect sense except for the dog. And maybe the ball drop. The eggplant-pumpkin comparison is on her, That's what she said. Maybe she meant you always stick your hand in the pumpkin (think halloween) and you never stick your hand in an eggplant. Guy stuck his hand in her eggplant?

 

So how drunk were you when you posted it?

[nikki2200 4]

So how drunk were you when you posted it?

 

A better question would be how drunk is he right now? Level of intoxication was apparent in last night's post.

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

So how drunk were you when you posted it?

 

 

I barely remember posting it. I guess I should have waited till today. It wasn't all that good this time around. Her husband died of cancer and she was enjoying the sympathy she was getting out of it. She didn't look nearly as good as she did ten years ago. She did ask me if I enjoy telling the story of her sh!tting on the car and I told her it's one of my favorites. Me: You've got a great a$$. You should love that story. She gave me the grow up look and walked off. I did bring my fake piece of rubber poop but she wasn't drunk and I was feeling bad for her. Funny how women play that card so well.

[IGotWorms 4,058]

I barely remember posting it. I guess I should have waited till today. It wasn't all that good this time around. Her husband died of cancer and she was enjoying the sympathy she was getting out of it. She didn't look nearly as good as she did ten years ago. She did ask me if I enjoy telling the story of her sh!tting on the car and I told her it's one of my favorites. Me: You've got a great a$$. You should love that story. She gave me the grow up look and walked off. I did bring my fake piece of rubber poop but she wasn't drunk and I was feeling bad for her. Funny how women play that card so well.

 

It works so well on daddy when they're young. The really focked up ones just keep on using it later in life.

[cortezthekiller303 0]

I quit reading after the "27 years ago she started hanging out with my friends" bit. Unless you and your friends were two year old 27 years ago, this is just a story about some crazy old ######. And thats not sexy. So its of no interest to anyone.

[DanXIII 8]

I quit reading after the "27 years ago she started hanging out with my friends" bit. Unless you and your friends were two year old 27 years ago, this is just a story about some crazy old ######. And thats not sexy. So its of no interest to anyone.

 

Maybe she's a milf

 

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

I quit reading after the "27 years ago she started hanging out with my friends" bit. Unless you and your friends were two year old 27 years ago, this is just a story about some crazy old ######. And thats not sexy. So its of no interest to anyone.

 

 

And yet you are here for page two.

[The Moz 69]

 

And the nominee for most incoherent update ever is.....

 

total fail end to a nice OP. Update was failure and basically made the story seem fake.

 

I am guessing Eggplant would mean a tranny or something an Pumpkin a woman -- dunno

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

total fail end to a nice OP. Update was failure and basically made the story seem fake.

 

I am guessing Eggplant would mean a tranny or something an Pumpkin a woman -- dunno

 

 

I have no idea what she meant. She wasn't in a playful mood. I guess I should have gone Hollywood.

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

Time for a Hollywood ending. Sequels always suck. I was dissaponted in the outcome more than most but it is what it is. That cancer thingy always has a way of fawking things up. Drool.............

 

What I write here is 90% true. You figure the other 10% out and you get a gold toof.

 

After we left the party, me and Mrs. Bunny decided to go to a Karoke Bar on the outskirts of town. No one would know who we are and it sounded like a good plan. The bar is called the Aloha. You have to be rung in. Why they do that is up for speculation, but you can decide for yourself. We met the criteria and were rung in. The first song we heard was "Amirollo By Morning". Bunch of cuntry hicks with no where to go and not much to say. Not shocking since we had been there before. The night before Hurricane Gustav, we knew what the joint was about. It wasn't the first place I'd been able to go to and be cleared, but the only one opened. Mrs Bunny won a Wii bowling tournament and had a lifetime entrance. I became a member due to her success. A spousal winner-winner-drank the rest of the Rumple Minz dinner. There was a sign above the buffett that night of NYE that read 'One Plate Per Person. All Else See Bartender' on card board written in red sharpie. The buffett consisted of meatballs and deviled eggs. Ed Jr would be proud. The best farts combination food ever imagined. Add in beer and Grande Marigny, the toots were rocking. Me: I lost you at hello! Wifey: Shut the fawk up. I just got plowed in the womans bathroom by the lesbos! Me; And? The same ones you destroyed on Wii before Gustav? Time for an oyster bump. Wifey: those lesbos are dangerous. Me: Why. You haven't sung a Greese song with them yet. Grow a set and sing 'Greased Lightning'. Me: You can do it!!! One of the lesbos was easily 6'1(36C) and the other was a can of biscuits not worth mentioning. Before I knew it, the Mrs was gone. She stole the sharpie sign and was waiting with baited breath as I reached the locked door. She was busted. The bartender asked her politely to put the sign back. Me: Stealing the dart board makes more sense. Why the stoopid sign? MB: The lesbos said if I stole the sign they would suck your d!ck and give me a spot on the float you fawking loser. Me: Go team!

 

The lesbos had a restaurant called the Geaux- Geaux Gourmet. I called it the Homo Oyster Licker. A gold toof to anyone that figures out the outcomes and shortfalls of this here story.

[Mookz 1,349]

Time for a Hollywood ending. Sequels always suck. I was dissaponted in the outcome more than most but it is what it is. That cancer thingy always has a way of fawking things up. Drool.............

 

What I write here is 90% true. You figure the other 10% out and you get a gold toof.

 

After we left the party, me and Mrs. Bunny decided to go to a Karoke Bar on the outskirts of town. No one would know who we are and it sounded like a good plan. The bar is called the Aloha. You have to be rung in. Why they do that is up for speculation, but you can decide for yourself. We met the criteria and were rung in. The first song we heard was "Amirollo By Morning". Bunch of cuntry hicks with no where to go and not much to say. Not shocking since we had been there before. The night before Hurricane Gustav, we knew what the joint was about. It wasn't the first place I'd been able to go to and be cleared, but the only one opened. Mrs Bunny won a Wii bowling tournament and had a lifetime entrance. I became a member due to her success. A spousal winner-winner-drank the rest of the Rumple Minz dinner. There was a sign above the buffett that night of NYE that read 'One Plate Per Person. All Else See Bartender' on card board written in red sharpie. The buffett consisted of meatballs and deviled eggs. Ed Jr would be proud. The best farts combination food ever imagined. Add in beer and Grande Marigny, the toots were rocking. Me: I lost you at hello! Wifey: Shut the fawk up. I just got plowed in the womans bathroom by the lesbos! Me; And? The same ones you destroyed on Wii before Gustav? Time for an oyster bump. Wifey: those lesbos are dangerous. Me: Why. You haven't sung a Greese song with them yet. Grow a set and sing 'Greased Lightning'. Me: You can do it!!! One of the lesbos was easily 6'1(36C) and the other was a can of biscuits not worth mentioning. Before I knew it, the Mrs was gone. She stole the sharpie sign and was waiting with baited breath as I reached the locked door. She was busted. The bartender asked her politely to put the sign back. Me: Stealing the dart board makes more sense. Why the stoopid sign? MB: The lesbos said if I stole the sign they would suck your d!ck and give me a spot on the float you fawking loser. Me: Go team!

 

The lesbos had a restaurant called the Geaux- Geaux Gourmet. I called it the Homo Oyster Licker. A gold toof to anyone that figures out the outcomes and shortfalls of this here story.

Um, we give up?

[Brad GLuckman 519]

Time for a Hollywood ending. Sequels always suck. I was dissaponted in the outcome more than most but it is what it is. That cancer thingy always has a way of fawking things up. Drool.............

 

What I write here is 90% true. You figure the other 10% out and you get a gold toof.

 

After we left the party, me and Mrs. Bunny decided to go to a Karoke Bar on the outskirts of town. No one would know who we are and it sounded like a good plan. The bar is called the Aloha. You have to be rung in. Why they do that is up for speculation, but you can decide for yourself. We met the criteria and were rung in. The first song we heard was "Amirollo By Morning". Bunch of cuntry hicks with no where to go and not much to say. Not shocking since we had been there before. The night before Hurricane Gustav, we knew what the joint was about. It wasn't the first place I'd been able to go to and be cleared, but the only one opened. Mrs Bunny won a Wii bowling tournament and had a lifetime entrance. I became a member due to her success. A spousal winner-winner-drank the rest of the Rumple Minz dinner. There was a sign above the buffett that night of NYE that read 'One Plate Per Person. All Else See Bartender' on card board written in red sharpie. The buffett consisted of meatballs and deviled eggs. Ed Jr would be proud. The best farts combination food ever imagined. Add in beer and Grande Marigny, the toots were rocking. Me: I lost you at hello! Wifey: Shut the fawk up. I just got plowed in the womans bathroom by the lesbos! Me; And? The same ones you destroyed on Wii before Gustav? Time for an oyster bump. Wifey: those lesbos are dangerous. Me: Why. You haven't sung a Greese song with them yet. Grow a set and sing 'Greased Lightning'. Me: You can do it!!! One of the lesbos was easily 6'1(36C) and the other was a can of biscuits not worth mentioning. Before I knew it, the Mrs was gone. She stole the sharpie sign and was waiting with baited breath as I reached the locked door. She was busted. The bartender asked her politely to put the sign back. Me: Stealing the dart board makes more sense. Why the stoopid sign? MB: The lesbos said if I stole the sign they would suck your d!ck and give me a spot on the float you fawking loser. Me: Go team!

 

The lesbos had a restaurant called the Geaux- Geaux Gourmet. I called it the Homo Oyster Licker. A gold toof to anyone that figures out the outcomes and shortfalls of this here story.

 

Dude, you gotta stop posting drunk

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

Dude, you gotta stop posting drunk

 

 

"Mans got to know his limitations........"

 

I'm done. Wife get's pissed at me for posting on FB because of stoopid sh!t like this. Go figure. I love drinking. I love drunken midnight ramblings that allow me to wake up and wonder, "what stoopid ass thing did you reveal last night?" I can't have the fun I use too that I can here. I never minded being called out for situations of embarrasment that made others cringe when they woke up. Me: I fawked your drunk sister who is afraid of staplers and black guys. I did her with a paper clip and white out? Oooops. I drove a motorbike into your new kitchen? Ooooops. Your mom needs therapy because I told her the fridge is haunted by ghey grandpas and airline food is the nuts of grandpas? (She was a stewardess) Oooops.

 

 

This is my last night posting drunk.

 

 

[BunnysBastatrds 2,447]

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