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Then Pink unzipped her jacket and things started to get weird. Unless you’ve dabbled in psychedelics, it may be kinda hard for you to understand exactly what transpired next, but from this point on, things didn't really progress a normal, traditional sort of way. Time was just sorta happening. Actions and conversations had no starting point and no ending point. There weren’t really details, per se. Everything just kind of flowed. In that truck, in the parking lot of the 4B Tavern, for however long we were in there, time, words, and even our bodies were mostly irrelevant.
Once Pink unzipped her jacket, we no longer conversed and interacted like normal people. From that point on, we were uncontrollably guided by an irresistible energy that moved around the truck. The energy would pull you, and your energy, towards it, and at different times you, and another person, or maybe all three of you, would be connected to the energy at the same time. The energy was being spread liberally around the whole truck and everyone wanted to be part of it. The energy was fun and exciting, and becoming increasingly sexual. I wanted more of that energy. We all wanted more of that energy. At least, this was my perspective.
I didn’t notice at the time, but Pink was the one controlling the energy, in fact, she had created it. In that moment, as we were innocently laughing, joking, floating, and merging in the truck, she unzipped her jacket and the energy was born. The sight must’ve jarred loose a memory in my brain from earlier in the day, and as I sat there, with the taste of whiskey in my mouth, the smell of strippers in the air, and the sight of Pink in that tube top, I became overwhelmed. It was all just too irresistible. I lost control. And she knew it. An undeniable energy drew me directly to those ebony delights of hers and she readily shared them with me.
From that point forward in the truck, everything was in slow-motion and fast-forward and reverse all at the same time. It was like a lucid dream. Pink would playfully tease me, pushing the energy away, but it would always come right back to her, and we’d share it again. I wanted to be part of the energy so bad. When I got too aggressive, she would send it back to Tre, and I would follow. But I was always trying to get the energy back to Pink. Sometimes, Pink and Tre would take the energy and play keep away. It was like a big, bizarre, psychedelic game of monkey in the middle, and I was the monkey. They would tease me with it, allowing me to get closer and closer, but never allowing me to fully take control of the energy myself. One time, I got close enough to latch onto it with both of them, and in a brief moment of pure bliss, all three of us were connected to the energy at one time. It was magical.
Then, like a simultaneous bolt of lightning and ear-shattering crack of thunder, Pink suddenly and relentlessly smashed the energy, snapping us all back into reality. Pink was taking control. “We need to get the #### outta here. Lookin like a buncha ### #### ####in ######s” she growled. I looked around like I had just awoken from a dream. Clothes were scattered. Breathing was heavy. The windows were fogged. She grabbed my phone and punched an address into Waze. Then she turned to Tre and said “Let’s take him to the crumb room and work him over with the gonga stick”. At least, that’s what it sounded like to me. Who the hell knows what she actually said. It was like we were speaking a different language most of the time.
Now, I realize this is the point in the story where many of you are going to say NFW. And, in hindsight, I agree with you 100%. I really should have pulled the plug right then and there. But in that moment, as shocked and concerned as I was by her statement, I was incapable of saying no. It’s like when you stay in a poker hand because you’re pot-committed even though you have a really bad feeling about it. At this point in time, I was mentally, physically, and emotionally pot-committed. I don’t think there was anything they could’ve said to me that would have made me stop. I had lost control.
Waze said “Lets Go!”, so I did.
Once Pink unzipped her jacket, we no longer conversed and interacted like normal people. From that point on, we were uncontrollably guided by an irresistible energy that moved around the truck. The energy would pull you, and your energy, towards it, and at different times you, and another person, or maybe all three of you, would be connected to the energy at the same time. The energy was being spread liberally around the whole truck and everyone wanted to be part of it. The energy was fun and exciting, and becoming increasingly sexual. I wanted more of that energy. We all wanted more of that energy. At least, this was my perspective.
I didn’t notice at the time, but Pink was the one controlling the energy, in fact, she had created it. In that moment, as we were innocently laughing, joking, floating, and merging in the truck, she unzipped her jacket and the energy was born. The sight must’ve jarred loose a memory in my brain from earlier in the day, and as I sat there, with the taste of whiskey in my mouth, the smell of strippers in the air, and the sight of Pink in that tube top, I became overwhelmed. It was all just too irresistible. I lost control. And she knew it. An undeniable energy drew me directly to those ebony delights of hers and she readily shared them with me.
From that point forward in the truck, everything was in slow-motion and fast-forward and reverse all at the same time. It was like a lucid dream. Pink would playfully tease me, pushing the energy away, but it would always come right back to her, and we’d share it again. I wanted to be part of the energy so bad. When I got too aggressive, she would send it back to Tre, and I would follow. But I was always trying to get the energy back to Pink. Sometimes, Pink and Tre would take the energy and play keep away. It was like a big, bizarre, psychedelic game of monkey in the middle, and I was the monkey. They would tease me with it, allowing me to get closer and closer, but never allowing me to fully take control of the energy myself. One time, I got close enough to latch onto it with both of them, and in a brief moment of pure bliss, all three of us were connected to the energy at one time. It was magical.
Then, like a simultaneous bolt of lightning and ear-shattering crack of thunder, Pink suddenly and relentlessly smashed the energy, snapping us all back into reality. Pink was taking control. “We need to get the #### outta here. Lookin like a buncha ### #### ####in ######s” she growled. I looked around like I had just awoken from a dream. Clothes were scattered. Breathing was heavy. The windows were fogged. She grabbed my phone and punched an address into Waze. Then she turned to Tre and said “Let’s take him to the crumb room and work him over with the gonga stick”. At least, that’s what it sounded like to me. Who the hell knows what she actually said. It was like we were speaking a different language most of the time.
Now, I realize this is the point in the story where many of you are going to say NFW. And, in hindsight, I agree with you 100%. I really should have pulled the plug right then and there. But in that moment, as shocked and concerned as I was by her statement, I was incapable of saying no. It’s like when you stay in a poker hand because you’re pot-committed even though you have a really bad feeling about it. At this point in time, I was mentally, physically, and emotionally pot-committed. I don’t think there was anything they could’ve said to me that would have made me stop. I had lost control.
Waze said “Lets Go!”, so I did.
Jaysus
Good times!
Leroy Hoard
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apalmer
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Leroy Hoard
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Ditkaless Wonders
Footballguy
A couple of unattractive stripper teased him to string him along and he felt there was some kind of a connection being made.
Tom Servo
Nittany Beavers
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
did you guys play baseball, if you know what I mean?
Nathan R. Jessep
Footballguy
Time.
Twas a flat circle.
Energy.
Twas a roundish triangle.
Twas a flat circle.
Energy.
Twas a roundish triangle.
Ned
Footballguy
DA RAIDERS
Footballguy
let's wrap this up. and for you and your families sake, i hope you did. or at the very least, gonga did.
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Jayrok
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Dude: I'll tell you, there was this place called the Blue Heaven. It was great. Had to steal IDs to get in, but it was incredible. It was like a huge underground circus, you know. Hot pink neon climbin' up the walls. And astro music. And millions of girls, like from the university mostly. If we could get one to dance, just one, then that was it. We'd get out on the floor and we'd really start to smoke. We'd start cuttin' in, and these girls would stop. - And they'd look.
Dude 2: They'd look how?
Dude: You know, they'd start to warm up a little. Right? Pretty soon, they'd start buying us beers.
Dude 2: They're buying you guys beers?
Dude: Oh, yeah. Wait. There was this one. This was the best. Ginger. Listen. We started dancing, right? Slow dancing, like we're stuck to each other. Eventually it's obvious to me that she wants to do more than dance. Right? So we left the place. On the way to the car, she's already got her tongue in my ear. We get to the car. She says we can't go to her place 'cause of her roommate, right? But she says, ''Hey, that's no problem.'' She's got seats in the car that recline back. All the way back. - If you know what I'm saying.
Dude 2- All the way?
Dude: Would I #### you? Right? She rips my shirt open. She's clawing my chest. She's biting my neck, and I'm trying to get over the stick shift... 'cause we're goin' like a freakn' freight train now. All of a sudden, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs... ''Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!''
Dude 2: Oh, ####, really?
Dude: [laughs] No!
[Dude 2 looks confused]
Dude: But we did dance. We danced our asses off.
Dude 2: They'd look how?
Dude: You know, they'd start to warm up a little. Right? Pretty soon, they'd start buying us beers.
Dude 2: They're buying you guys beers?
Dude: Oh, yeah. Wait. There was this one. This was the best. Ginger. Listen. We started dancing, right? Slow dancing, like we're stuck to each other. Eventually it's obvious to me that she wants to do more than dance. Right? So we left the place. On the way to the car, she's already got her tongue in my ear. We get to the car. She says we can't go to her place 'cause of her roommate, right? But she says, ''Hey, that's no problem.'' She's got seats in the car that recline back. All the way back. - If you know what I'm saying.
Dude 2- All the way?
Dude: Would I #### you? Right? She rips my shirt open. She's clawing my chest. She's biting my neck, and I'm trying to get over the stick shift... 'cause we're goin' like a freakn' freight train now. All of a sudden, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs... ''Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!''
Dude 2: Oh, ####, really?
Dude: [laughs] No!
[Dude 2 looks confused]
Dude: But we did dance. We danced our asses off.
DA RAIDERS
Footballguy
i've been keeping my wife up to date. she just asked me, "if there was anything new, with the whore story on fbgs" my response, "not really. apparently, they fooled around in his truck and EZ got to touch some beewbs. maybe. details were slim. oh, and they're going somewhere else now."
Skipdog77
Footballguy
CletiusMaximus
Footballguy
The first thing I thought of was a very old joke, the punchline of which is "Death by Bunga Bunga!!"coyote5 said:
gianmarco
Footballguy
Galileo
Footballguy
Leroy Hoard
Footballguy
uh.... as chill as it is to some other more "pedal to the metal" psychedelics, MDMA is most certainly a psychedelic. So maybe you had something else.El Floppo said:Uh.... As fun as it is, X isn't a psychedelic. So maybe it was something else?
Does "energy" mean schtupping? Otherwise
And energy means horniness. If someone has "got the energy" they're making our hero horny
Don't Noonan
Footballguy
so did you officially hug them or not?
Poke_4_Life
Footballguy
doowain
Footballguy
I couldn't make heads or tails of today's rambling update, so I started plugging in words in place of "energy". Switching all instances of "energy" with the same word. Like some really screwed up Mad Lib. In every occasion, the new version was way better and made way more sense.
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El Floppo
Footballguy
I stand corrected- I thought I should've checked before posting that.uh.... as chill as it is to some other more "pedal to the metal" psychedelics, MDMA is most certainly a psychedelic. So maybe you had something else.El Floppo said:Uh.... As fun as it is, X isn't a psychedelic. So maybe it was something else?
Does "energy" mean schtupping? Otherwise
And energy means horniness. If someone has "got the energy" they're making our hero horny
just going by experience of hallucinogenics vs X...
did you get the "energy" definition from the encyclopedia britannica?
Webster's actually
I just personally know the energetic stimulate quality to arousal. That's some I would walk 500 miles ####.
