me too, i wanna know what happened in puerto rico lmao should i go visit
Puerto Rico
- back story. My GF had actually drowned that previously Thanksgiving weekend. So when Hurricane Irma/ Maria blew up PR/ Florida I joined up to volunteer unloading rescue effort ships.
So we spend 2 weeks in Old San Juan unloading hundreds/ thousands of pallets of food, water, toiletries, parts for utility companies, etc.
The corruption/ graft was so bad that ALL that stuff just sat on the docks. ONLY old San Juan got its power back, the rest if the island suffered.
Anyway, I also unloaded a shipment of Bud Light! It was literally 3000 cases of LGBQT+ rainbow cans, which was amusing. The local beer distributor was qui k to grab those and get them out to the bars, which only a few had reopened.
So as I'm walking back to my beachfront condo, I hear the beats thumping from a local hangout. It's about 11pm, it's dark, but I say " what the hell" and I go in.
There's a moderately attractive gal with a really deep voice working the beer tub up front. I grab a Bud Light (a rainbow can no less!) And I meander to the dance floor.
The DJ is a Robin Thick look alike spinning a very up tempo mix, I felt like I was shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch.
Then the lights go off, and the siren sounds in the bar, and before I know it millions of bubbles start flowing from the roof & walls, steam/ fog from the floor. They'd turned it into fog bar/ foam pit an you couldn't see ANYTHING/ ANYONE!
I keep dancing, rubbing, grinding, two stepping my way around a very busy dance floor only illuminated by faint strobe lights sifting thru the fog & bubbles.
I get grabbed by the arm. "DANCE BITCH" a voice directs me, so I dance more, I dance hard. Another arm grabs me "GET LOW BOY!" I'm told, so I get low, low, low, low....I move around a bit more and reach for what I thought was the beer tub girl, but instead grabbed a fistful of chest hair off a dude sweating in a mesh t shirt....gold chains exposed, bald head, goatee. "LETS SEE YOUR MOVES SISSY" he yells at me....well I just moved right on past that.
I find my beer tub again, same girl. I strike up a broken English conversation.
"Fun"
"Si"
"Sexy & exciting"
"Si, papi....chupar? Chupar?
"Ahhh, si senorita"
Well, I guess that means sucky sucky in English, so out back she sucky sucky, like HOOVER, it was fantastic. My knees were shaking, she took me into her mouth completely, gobbled it all up, a nice kiss on the cheek after to boot! So I tip her $40 and go back into the fog bar. She tossed me another Bud Light, free!
After dancing around for another 20 minutes I kinda realized there weren't any other chicks in the bar, so I decided to leave. I hit the men's room on the way out, and as I'm at the urinal, the beer tub girl, MY GIRL, comes to the urinal next to me and takes a piss!
I glance over, extremely confused, and see a little prick hanging out of her/ his boxers lol
Well fukk me....chalk that one up as a first.
i can tell by the way he writes, especially in his political debates, he is very articulate
. Jk don‘t know how many consecutive years he’s been a winner but let him tell you. He’ll tell you all about it just ask him lol.
