While I was walking to the corner store to pick up some liquor and chips for Brandon’s Super Bowl party, I got to witness one of the hottest girls I’ve seen in my life. She was really tall and very thin, but had some amazing curves. Her chest was fighting hard against her sports bra and she had one of the most amazing asses I’ve ever seen on a girl that tall and skinny. I instantly fell in love. If it was the caveman days, I would’ve tripped her as she passed by and drug her back to my cave. But since it isn’t, I had to resort to depositing her imagery into my Spank Bank™ for later use. Maybe I can squeeze one out before I head down to the party!
Tag: hot joggers
I was still feeling quite drunk when I woke up this morning after a very eventful last night (will write about that later). My drunkeness was evidenced by the fact that I was hitting on girls on the limp to my car to head into work. The first was merely a really lame “heeyyyyyyyyy” to a girl walking into the elevator when I was exiting. It’s funnier if you know the inside joke behind it, but since nobody does, it’s never effective.
The next, I must admit, was quite money. When I was waiting to cross the street this really hot jogger pulled up next to me and was doing that running in place thing. I looked her fine ass body up and down and said, “Why are you still running? You passed hot at least 100 miles ago.” She cracked an ear-to-ear smile, her face turned a little red and she giggled and replied, “Oh my God, that was awful.” I said I actually thought it was quite good and she went on to concur before the light changed and she continued her jog. Her look back and smile confirmed the effectiveness of the line and I’m sure if our paths ever cross again she’ll end up in my bed (even without busting out my “A” game of duct tape and rope).