Lazy Crib
This is the seventeenth
in the Lazy series. The others are
getting
deleted from
CL. If you would like to read the others, drop me a line and
I'll send
you the
link to the ones I have archived on my site.
FYI: Just because you request the link that does NOT mean you
wanna
bang me,
have me spam you incessantly, be buddy buddies, or even like
me. It
means you
want the link. I'll send it to you, and that, comrade, will
be That.
Note: For some reason Some aol addresses won't accept email
from me,
not all, just some *shrugs*
If you happen to be one of those people and you didn't get your link,
maybe set up a gmail account
or something?
And if I could get the intro any shorter, you Know I would...
Onward.
So I picked up another fan last night... spooky, huh?
Honestly, I don't know where these people
come from... in theory this is a forum for horny chicks to find sugar
daddies or no neck guys, why
read my crap? I'm broke, and I don't go to the
gym... and yet the requests just keep pouring in...
NYC, gotta love it. Fulla freekazoids, but at least they can
read *grins*
I'm also still getting notes asking just what the hell am I doing if I
ain't looking for a fast fuck *sighs*
Does everything have to be FAST?
McDonalds is a fast fuck... Veniero's, *dreamy* now There's some
cheesecake for you.
*sips*
So, the hot Russian chick does not seem to be to pissed off at me...
However she IS going upstate
this weekend with some other dude... I think it's her
son. I saw a picture of them, he's got arms like
a gorilla... which means Don't Piss Off The MILF *laughs*
The groovy girl with the kick ass yard is entertaining house guests
this weekend *rolls eyes* HOUSE
guests.... Every note from her has yet another little bomb
shell in it... Started out like everybody else...
East Coast loser living in a postage stamp sized dungeon apartment with
a view of a brick wall
eighteen inches away... now it turns out she's the freeking Princess of
Buckingham Palace *sighs*
Why would a chick like that waste time on a bozo like me?
Spooky...
So, no one is around this weekend and I don't want McDonalds... you
know what I would like though?
A game of cribbage. Not online... that ain't real... those
online games count points for you, give you nobs,
no way to get muggins, blah. That ain't cribbage, that's a
computer having cybersex with itself while a
couple of humans mindlessly flick its happy button.
No one plays cribbage anymore, huh? *sighs*
The crinkle of cellophane as you open a fresh deck, the heady aroma of
laminated cardboard, the funky
sound of shuffling... The seriousness of the deal... the
indepth pondering of what cards to keep, which ones
to toss... hoping not but knowing full well that the crib cards you
just tossed are going to give that bozo
six points... the tension of the cut... is it a
Jack?? is it the ONE card that I need to make this hand a
Hand?
Then comes the lead off... what's that jerk holding? Fifteens
the hard way? A double run? Some
lame assed flush?? How can I point off of them without
getting screwed in return?
Watch them like a hawk... did they miss a point? Can I
muggins their sorry ass? (Oh how I want to
muggins that ass! *smirks*)
Hands sometimes brushing against each other as players reach for
pegs... Pegging around the board..
peg in the hole, peg out of the hole... in... out... in... out... round
and round we go...
The flush/rush of Victory for one player... the determination to Do It
Again (and win) for the vanquished...
*dreamy*
How could that NOT be a deliciously erotic evening??
so that's what I want...
A game of cribbage....
or a blowjob *shrugs*
Rock On