Saturday

Kickin' Balls

I joined a motha fuckin kickball team, bitches!! (I said that like a drag queen in my head.)
These people have pretty much consumed my life since we've been thrown together... and soon I'll throw together some of the stories.

But first:
I went to a wet underwear contest at a gay bar last night.  (Hence the queen voice in the first place.)


I watched a fellow ball kicker hook up with a legit butter face...in the women's bathroom of the gay bar.  (We also applauded them as they walked back up to the table.)

  • Funny side story: after receiving their praise, she said, "whatever we were thinking was a bad idea.  That was a bad idea." She then looked at him and said, "I'm sorry." He put his arm over her shoulder and said, "it's ok."  WHAT could have happened to warrant a "sorry" on her end?!

Bathroom Boner was supposed to do the contest as well, but ultimately chickened out and then ducked out when we were getting food.  (Dick head.) Sofia and I stayed.  And boy am I happy we did.


Not only did I get to see an extremely intoxicated gay grandfather get into the shower and dance around all hot and bothered while eye fucking his boyfriend across the room... I got to watch an angry MMA fighter cup and gyrate his dripping balls (luckily still covered...the grandpa almost let his shit out) and a dorky country boy do the splits.  THRICE.

And then, I got to watch the sexiest STRAIGHT man I have ever seen in my life get up there and shake his wet, mostly naked thang on the stage.

HOLY.  HELL.


I also got asked the most terrifying would you rather question of my entire life:
Would you rather watch your parents have sex everyday for a year
or
Join in on them just once to make it stop.



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