I reach the Sheraton on Holloween night and low and behold... there awaits me was a host of Seahawks and Cowboys fans at the bar. And I have this belief I bank on... if there is a group of guys and a group of girls drinking together... yours truly is getting his wet. As a die-hard Raider I found it quite easy to sport a Lynch jersey on Cowboy turf and it served me well on this occasion. All of the drunk Seahawks girls thought I was on the wagon with them. There were many girls jockeying for position to get close to me but I settled for a loose blonde for the night. Her tongue was soft and moist... I mean... she could make her mouth feel like a pussy.
The game was average, and so were the Cowboys fanbase. Dead crowd... I expected some fights and beer tossings but none of that... the Boys took their ass whooping like they expected it. As we're waiting on an Uber back to the Hotel I see this sweet little Red head giving me that look I like. After some small talk we're heading back to her house for a ing marathon. No really... we were ing like it was a marathon. As I sit here waiting to board my plane I couldn't help to realize that the women in Dallas came off a bit desperate. I know I have a game but this was too easy. Then I remebered how pussified the Mavs and Cowboys fans are on ths site and it all began to make sense.
Yall make this too easy for me...
good luck in the lottery
Hey... dont come my thread up.good luck in the lottery
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How was M>s mama ?
stood ke up.
I know her rates on BP is 50 roses for that big black African pussy....you offered her 60 roses plus $10 tip.. She's an ungrateful fat black
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