Dreamcatcher's Blog – May 2009 Archive (4)

So I'm in the bar talking to some stuffed bra, puffed up hair, stiletto heeled, skin tight dress, black lipstick tramps called Katballou, and Xfashionfacist. That they have the names of some Ark people is completely coincidence. Some guy I don't know, in my proximity, starts acting like an asshole. Basically the drunk, loud kind of guy you find in bars. He is not directly interacting with us, but here is the catch, because I'm in the tramps disgust vector, I'm now considered an asshole. No… Continue

So. I go to my secrete bathroom to take my before lunch poop. I first flush to toilet even if it's clean. I take some paper towel, and wet it. Give the whole toilet seat a wash. I follow with some more paper towel to dry it. I take a toilet cover, and pop out the middle. Make sure it's distributed evenly around. Then it pull down some tissue, and throw it out. I start the facet running, but not to much because dripping is louder. This will come in handy to drown out the farting sounds. I can… Continue

OK! I don't need to shop at Costco, but something about stalking middle aged, married women with kid's just feels so right. Yes I mean milf hunting. I was doing my fourth circuit of sample stands when I saw her. Forty, sweat pants, and a pony tale to round out the image. She was pushing a cart filled to the brim with a toddler on top. I could tell by the six pack of shaving cream their was a man involved. The gold band confirmed it. I veered off threw the power tool isle. Drills, power washer,… Continue

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