Shit. I gotta get ready for work, but lemme see if I can fire one off before all recollection of saturday's wedding disappears from my mind. Okay, here we go:
There was this girl at the wedding I went to on saturday. I noticed her right away because she looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were magnificent. I'm not really a tit man, but goddamn, these were nice.
The best part of a chicks' tits are not how big or small they are - its the shape and curve of them. And these were shaped just perfectly. They reminded me of the last girl I slept with - X. When X was on top of me her breasts were bouncing up and down as though they were super-balls and someone had just whipped them off the ceiling - stupid comparison, I know, but thats what they reminded me of. Anyway the chick from the wedding looked like she had those type of tits.
next: Part II, Hootch strengthens his solid track-record of making fucked up decisions
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Did we go to same wedding on Saturday?
That's sweet you say that about my twins. I am proud of them, you should have said Hi! ... were you there as a freind of the bride or the bride??
Aaaah. I'm on the edge of my seat for Part II.
I can never hear enough about how great my boobs are...
damn kattbanjo beat to that joke..
Weddings = free pass to debaucheryville. God bless all those good looking groomsmen in tuxedos. ('cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man...)
Yes, weddings are invitations to bad behavior. ;)
Dressing up=naughty times.
And is it weird that I'm wondering how my breasts measure up? Hmm...LOL.
Damn. That wasn't even an INTRO and you're already leaving us hanging.
As for my boobs, I think I'll go play with them now. Jealous? You should be.
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