Grizzly man.

Bellingham WA

Description

We hooked up in the bathroom of the shell station on Meridian near Winco. The first thing I noticed was your greased back hair, business in the front and the only party I wanted to be invited to in the back. You were sitting on the sidewalk rubbing jock itch cream between your red and flaking toes. When you looked up and squinted at me my heart fluttered in sync with your tattered AC/DC t-shirt each time the traffic passed. I nearly fainted when you said, “Wassup, bitch?” It was lust at first sight. You nodded towards the bathroom, I nodded back, YES! You were so gentle when you laid me down between the sink and the toilet. Our tongues played pingpong with your grizzly wintergreen pouch. You farted and it smelled like a crunch wrap supreme. Our grunts and moans were a cacophonous symphony. You left when I was pulling up my pants and muttered something about not paying child support. No, I’m not pregnant and no, I’m not pissed off about the chlamydia. I just can’t stop thinking about you. If you happen to see this, tell me what color my g-string was and where I can find you.