One time while in high school I went out in a boat with a girl, who found herself promptly sitting on my face with me eating out that sweet stuff. She had also brought along the family dog. I do not know why (maybe to film?) Anyways, I also had an ingrown toenail that had become infected, and in the midst of my amorous tongue-ministrations began to perceive the dog doing the same to my toe. My girl was facing forward so she did not see what the dog was doing; I quickly asked myself if I should stop to shoo the dog. A quick calculation of the odds of this "killing the mood" and screeching our teenage passions to a halt gave me the answer: hell no.
I have provided a picture of where this happened, marked by an X. You're welcome.
1 comment:
Apochryphal story at best. But it is true - get girls on a boat because most girls would rather not swim back.
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