| bronco67 |
07-31-2014 06:58 PM |
A few years back -- before I met my wife -- I went on a new year's eve date with girl I had been dating for a couple of weeks. She had done work as a Hawaiian Tropic model and had her own suntan bed on her patio. When we got on the Metro North to NYC, she was wearing one of those Native American sack style flasks around her neck, filled with jager Meister.
We partied at Hogs n Heffers in the meat packing district and I watched her dive off the bar into the crowd several times. When we got back to her place (it was zero degrees outside), she had lost her keys. She was so cold and horny, she made me smash through her window with a stone birdfeeder so we could get inside. Drunnken piledriving commenced and didn't stop for about 2 hours.
This girl was in the danger zone -- or the fun zone, depending on how you look at it. That's all I'm saying...one man's crazy is another man's fun.
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