Dem Whistles Go Wooo

"Klaus Schmoll" (klausschmoll) 09/02/2014 at 12:43 • Filed to: None

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Great idea! Now where can I find these when it's not carnival season?

tromoly > Klaus Schmoll 09/02/2014 at 14:20

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Meanwhile, on their other car....

sketchcat > Klaus Schmoll 09/04/2014 at 13:40

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She was stunning, tall, long dark hair that flowed like a hawaii waterfall down her back, eyes blue, lips begging for yours.

months of time establishing the rapport, coffee houses, day trips, lots of bad 90's grunge rock, etc.

after a a long drive to a high rise hotel in toronto for a weekend had me wake form a 20 minute nap on the huge bed with her standing a the end of the bed in a black dress the likes of which i know i will never see again in my lifetime... "Lets go out, i knew you'd like this"

Flowers to her at work.. not even getting mad when she puked in my truck after i picked her up from a work party.

She had problems with her butt, she quietly said. digestive disease that had messed up her insides. a story about surgery on her butt, and more indications that things werent right back there.

I honestly didnt care, as long as it wasnt going to kill her.

time eroded the magic, my personal stress of looking for my first real job out of college, her oft comparisons of me and her last boyfriend, and some South american dude playing her friend at school while i knew full well what his game was and her seeming deliberate coyness to this.

amazingly, it was late in the relationship, when i relented from my boycott of "the Canine position" with her during a romp in bed. Having been told it was her Ex-es favorite position had me adjust my playlist for months of gigs in bed with her...

nope,not tonight, were drunk, and she and i had a bit of a short spat earlier int he evening so its time to assert some machismo...

there in the lights form some outside source, her buns up splendor beckoned... i got in position and got to work. hands firmly on the hips, adjusting elevation of my artillery after each volley, hands grabbing those magnificent gleuts...

thats when the light was just right... to reveal..

yep, that tail pipe.

My best friend came up with this comparison after i had explained the whole experience to him. half choking on his last bong hit... he croaked out:

Did it they unroll like those party tooters do every time you thrusted!?

Bastard.