There's no place like home!
Back from an amazing visit with the fabulous Squoogy gang. It was a fabulous reunion, and I'll post more about it later, but it's good to be home.
Stay tuned for photos!
Back from an amazing visit with the fabulous Squoogy gang. It was a fabulous reunion, and I'll post more about it later, but it's good to be home.
Stay tuned for photos!
Freak
What's worse? Being a freak, or voluntarily marrying a freak? Just sayin'.
Well he is a freak, but it's all part of his charm.
*snicker*
The physical act of fucking a sasquatch is not nearly as difficult as one might imagine.
The year was 1992, my sophomore year of college. I was still living in California (this predates my University of Miami days), with its permissive, "anything goes" atmosphere. I was at a rowdy Halloween party. If you must know, I was dressed as a circa-1987 "glam metal rocker," with a huge mullet-fiffic wig and a Warrant T-shirt that is still in my closet. Anyway, I started chatting up this lovely, 6'9" girl who turned out to be a Yeti-American, but at the time I thought she was a human in a sasquatch costume.
She was really witty, with a cruel streak in her sense of humor that delighted me. Plus, she had deep, soulful brown eyes, and an amazing ass... so, once we got a little tipsy on the "grain alcohol-and-Gatorade" concoction being served by our hosts, when she suggested we go upstairs who was I to say no?
I'm not going to go into the actual mechanics of Bigfoot fornication, as I'm sure you'd like to maintain at least a pretense of decorum in your blog. All I will say is that I see the evolutionary advantage in the thick shaggy hair. Sasquatches can get very, um, vigorous... and it helps to have something to grab onto.
She and I hung out a couple of times after that, but nothing ever happened again. We both reached the unspoken conclusion that perhaps we were better off not pursuing meaningful relationship with each other. Last I heard she moved back to British Columbia and has some sort of job in corporate litigation. There are times when I like awake at night and wonder "What might have been?"
And then I remember that she's a frigging sasquatch, and I get over it.
YIPE!YIPE!YIPE!YIPE!
What.
Nostril.
SAID.
There's also this.
I have grown to loathe the wiki with the fire of a thousand suns.
We can't have anything nice!
/mom
(That blows Kimberly. And not in a good way. Sorry to hear it)
Stay tuned... for sasquatch!
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Bone, at
5/07/2005 10:19 AM