Last night was a standard night in Guildford with Jac , Michelle and Becki, with the added brilliance of a present Jac had bought for me. You see, when looking through some photos of my Mexican holiday a while back, he spied a picture of me holding a donkey – before turning to me and uttering the immortal words, “Nice ass.” We all agreed, after the laughter had died down, that this was a moment of comedic genius. And what should Jac find a few weeks later than a bright metal drinks coaster spelling the word ASS. I duly took my ASS around town with me on Friday night, squeezing all the amusing connotations I could out of the opportunity. For example, “don’t touch my ass”, “kiss my shiny ass”, and Jac’s chat up line, “would you like to touch my ass?” (and countless others) all came into play. in fact, Jac’s chat up line actually worked on Becki…
“Ass hand? Ass circle? Round ass? Ass flick?” Wibbler said as he guessed my ASS charade. “Nearly” I said. “Hole ass” he replied, spying my hand’s gesture next to the ass coaster. I began to lose interest, “reverse those words” I said in desperation. “Holey ass?” came the reply. “NO, it’s ASSHOLE” came the rather abrupt conclusion. Honestly, never work with family, animals, or wibbler.
hi my names becki and i have a really fat ass! and all the boys love it! lololol! write back! x x x
hi my names becki and i have a really fat ass! and all the boys love it! lololol! write back! x x x
hi my names becki and i have a really fat ass! and all the boys love it! lololol! write back! x x x
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