I take honor seriously, especially when it comes to my best friend’s sister. In this life, there is more than one type of Blue Ribbon up for grabs, if you get my drift…and when I was drifting… I was in lust, and had been, for as long as I can remember. Not only did I want her…I needed her. I wanted the score…I needed the goal…I needed the game.
She made me week in the knees.
The bet was: Who can glide more in, in the agreed amount of time, than the other. Simple? Not Really, cause we were talking first timers. First timers for us, that is. No reruns. First downs for sure.
Keeping an accurate tally became a "he said – she said" type of deal. We finally had to get a curve going on…know what I mean? And what a curve that was. What a curve that was. Can I beat the line? I’m talking sport fucking in the first degree. Documentation is always twisted when the goal is within reach…know what I mean? Way too much drama. Things are not always as they seem, and an accurate assessment of our quarterly mêlée was almost impossible to ascertain. No instant replay…no cameras…too bad on that. Who cares... we had fun defining the rules…and we treated the bet as a four-quarter game. We made the rules up as we went…so to say. Guess who the head-bookie was?
I was all over, the over / under.
Anyway, I both won and lost that bet.
His sister was a keeper, and I kept her. He had more total points, but it didn’t matter.
Kind of like the Electoral College.
Life is good!!!
Actually, I should say…she kept me!
Even Steven?
Bottom line: He hates it when I talk about fucking his sister.
Bwahahahahahah!!!!!
Posted by at January 3, 2006 11:00 PMHey man... If you get this, your post didn't suck.
Posted by: RedNedk at January 4, 2006 12:28 AM.. "He hates it when I talk about fucking his sister."... brother, that's one helluva classic line...
Posted by: Eric at January 4, 2006 08:09 AM