Sup fellas? So yesterday I switched to Geico and you won’t believe what happened…
I went to the gym, and I caught my eye on this skinny bitch riding the exercise bike. So of course, I was looking for any possible way to open up the set and replace that bike of hers with my already raging hardon (not from her mind you, but from watching Barack Obama on the plasma screen tv – I fucking love Democrats). Now let me just set the mood by telling you that she wasn’t your typical 40ozbounce girl…but she was at least an HB9, with these dreamy blue eyes that enraptured me and completely threw me out of my zen. All it took was one toss of her hair and a quick glance and smile in my direction, and I knew my canned material was no match if I wanted to be motorboating that firm rack and gorging myself on guacamole out of her quivering armpit. She had the most inviting gaze, and it immediately became clear that I was going to have to get my shit together fast and make my approach.
Now fellas, I’m not the kind of bloke that goes for the random approach, especially not with my 12″ Goliath ready to burst out of his chains…but my 3 seconds were up. I move in for the opener, palms sweaty, and she’s staring at me the whole time as I stride up to her on this bike. The whole time I’m moving towards her I’m racking my brain furiously, desperately trying to recall one of Mystery’s openers worthy of uttering to one so fair as she. I stop about a foot and and a half from her, and she just gives me this brilliant smile and the faintest giggle. I know she can see me visibly shaking, so I decide I have to make this quick. I default to the best opener I know. With her face still radiating warmth, I lean in and whisper gently in her ear:
“Hey, could you blow me out? I NEED to get blown out.”
I was hoping to wait around for a response, but unfortunately I couldn’t hear what she was trying to say over all the screaming. So anyway, I grab her by the hair with my left hand, smack her across the face a couple times with my right, and haul her bitch ass by the ponytail into the men’s room. I know what you’re probably thinking at this point, and yes, I agree that I am probably the most awesome man who has ever lived. So anyway, it turns out that being tugged by the hair into the men’s room is one of the top three aphrodisiacs for women (go figure). So she sits in the urinal and gives me a world class blower…still, I found this a little beneath my dignity, so I had her spread eagle on the sink counter while I banged her out, my throbbing member penetrating in and out, all leading up to the grand finale peel and pop.
…but I know you guys probably don’t want to be bored with all the details, so to make a long story short, I saved about 15% on my car insurance.