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Within 30 seconds of ingesting the pill, I started to feel a knot in my stomach. What am I doing here? What the hell is going on? Why did I just take that pill? Why are there two black... sorry, African American... prostitutes in my truck? Where am I going? WHAT the hell have I done? 

We continued down the road. Music is PUMPING. The girls are dancing and laughing and yelling things to each other that I don’t understand. My hands begin to feel clammy on the wheel. A lump forms in my throat. My heart is racing. I feel very anxious and uneasy, and it is intensifying by the second. I can feel and hear every pounding of my heart throughout my entire body. My skin is becoming damp. My mouth is becoming dry. The muscles in my jaw begin to clench. Beads of sweat are forming on my upper lip. Oh man, WHAT the hell have I done?

Pink noticed my discomfort and hissed "Awwwww Boo, you ok?....". Only it wasn't a caring, re-assuring question of comfort. It was an evil, antagonistic statement of ridicule. And then she got a wicked smile on her face and growled "you look like you need a DRANK!!!!" to which Tre started celebrating and screaming in the backseat, "OH YEAH!! THE MAN NEED A DRANK!!! LETS GET THE MAN A DRANK!!! ". I was freaking out and on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Deep breath. Maybe they were right. Maybe I did need something to balance this out. I turned off the next exit and pulled into the parking lot at 4B's Tavern. 

It was a hole in the wall. A dump. The kinda place where a bald, middle-aged businessman can roll in at 8:30am on a Wednesday morning with a couple of geeked-out hookers and no one bats an eye. I ordered a 16oz draft with a sidecar of whiskey. The girls ordered Moscatos and headed for the jukebox. I finished mine off quickly and ordered another round. And then another. I lost track of time. Eventually, my panic subsided and it was gradually replaced with a feeling I had never felt before. It was as if someone was slowly turning up the dial on all of my sensory inputs. Colors became more vibrant, sounds sharpened, and the music suddenly became mesmerizing. By this point, I was ripped and the girls were starting to get rowdy. We needed to get out of there.

We had barely made it to the truck when the E started really kicking in. HARD. It was like I got a sudden boost of energy while being simultaneously overcome with a feeling of complete euphoria. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Any problem I could think of from the past now seemed trivial and irrelevant. The three of us were laughing, joking, floating, merging. Expression between us came free and easy. No one in the truck could do or say anything wrong. We were truly living in the moment. I was starting to feel an inexplicable connection with Pink and Tre. It was like we had known each other forever and nothing in the world would seem more natural than for all of us to strip down naked and go at it right there on the spot. I was certain they felt the same.
Suspension of disbelief...ACTIVATED!

:popcorn:

 
The three of us were laughing, joking, floating, merging. Expression between us came free and easy. No one in the truck could do or say anything wrong. We were truly living in the moment. I was starting to feel an inexplicable connection with Pink and Tre. It was like we had known each other forever and nothing in the world would seem more natural than for all of us to strip down naked and go at it right there on the spot. I was certain they felt the same.
You just stamped my ticket on this train.  I have no idea where we are going, but I'm excited to see where we end up.

 
I never undertake such missions without my attorney, a slat shaker full of coke, and a quart bottle of ether.
Any day like this is destined to either begin or end with the question "Does this smell like chloroform?"

If it doesn't begin that way, it's best to simply let that day live in your imagination and go on your way.

 
Within 30 seconds of ingesting the pill, I started to feel a knot in my stomach. What am I doing here? What the hell is going on? Why did I just take that pill? Why are there two black... sorry, African American... prostitutes in my truck? Where am I going? WHAT the hell have I done? 

We continued down the road. Music is PUMPING. The girls are dancing and laughing and yelling things to each other that I don’t understand. My hands begin to feel clammy on the wheel. A lump forms in my throat. My heart is racing. I feel very anxious and uneasy, and it is intensifying by the second. I can feel and hear every pounding of my heart throughout my entire body. My skin is becoming damp. My mouth is becoming dry. The muscles in my jaw begin to clench. Beads of sweat are forming on my upper lip. Oh man, WHAT the hell have I done?

Pink noticed my discomfort and hissed "Awwwww Boo, you ok?....". Only it wasn't a caring, re-assuring question of comfort. It was an evil, antagonistic statement of ridicule. And then she got a wicked smile on her face and growled "you look like you need a DRANK!!!!" to which Tre started celebrating and screaming in the backseat, "OH YEAH!! THE MAN NEED A DRANK!!! LETS GET THE MAN A DRANK!!! ". I was freaking out and on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Deep breath. Maybe they were right. Maybe I did need something to balance this out. I turned off the next exit and pulled into the parking lot at 4B's Tavern. 

It was a hole in the wall. A dump. The kinda place where a bald, middle-aged businessman can roll in at 8:30am on a Wednesday morning with a couple of geeked-out hookers and no one bats an eye. I ordered a 16oz draft with a sidecar of whiskey. The girls ordered Moscatos and headed for the jukebox. I finished mine off quickly and ordered another round. And then another. I lost track of time. Eventually, my panic subsided and it was gradually replaced with a feeling I had never felt before. It was as if someone was slowly turning up the dial on all of my sensory inputs. Colors became more vibrant, sounds sharpened, and the music suddenly became mesmerizing. By this point, I was ripped and the girls were starting to get rowdy. We needed to get out of there.

We had barely made it to the truck when the E started really kicking in. HARD. It was like I got a sudden boost of energy while being simultaneously overcome with a feeling of complete euphoria. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Any problem I could think of from the past now seemed trivial and irrelevant. The three of us were laughing, joking, floating, merging. Expression between us came free and easy. No one in the truck could do or say anything wrong. We were truly living in the moment. I was starting to feel an inexplicable connection with Pink and Tre. It was like we had known each other forever and nothing in the world would seem more natural than for all of us to strip down naked and go at it right there on the spot. I was certain they felt the same.
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Sorry guys, I've been slammed at work all day. Should've figured this would happen after taking an unplanned day off Wednesday. I was hoping to get this wrapped up today as a Friday thread, but its just not gonna happen. Ill try to get some more of it written-up tomorrow while its still fresh in my mind.

Here's the best I can do for visual reference. Obviously, these are not direct comparisons, but it will at least give you an idea of their look/vibe. Let's say, if these were 10's, the real ones were probably 6 or 7's,  Pink  and  Tre

Also, I figured there would be a few skeptics as I recounted this tale, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it this early on. I've done a lot of reflecting over the past few days, trying to piece together exactly what happened to me on Wednesday, and let me tell you, we haven't even gotten to the crazy stuff yet. In fact, we're right at the part of the story where things start to get wild. I dont have it written out yet, but I can tell you the first line of the next segment because as I said, it was kind of a turning point in the whole story.

... Then Pink unzipped her jacket and things started to get weird...

 
Sorry guys, I've been slammed at work all day. Should've figured this would happen after taking an unplanned day off Wednesday. I was hoping to get this wrapped up today as a Friday thread, but its just not gonna happen. Ill try to get some more of it written-up tomorrow while its still fresh in my mind.

Here's the best I can do for visual reference. Obviously, these are not direct comparisons, but it will at least give you an idea of their look/vibe. Let's say, if these were 10's, the real ones were probably 6 or 7's,  Pink  and  Tre

Also, I figured there would be a few skeptics as I recounted this tale, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it this early on. I've done a lot of reflecting over the past few days, trying to piece together exactly what happened to me on Wednesday, and let me tell you, we haven't even gotten to the crazy stuff yet. In fact, we're right at the part of the story where things start to get wild. I dont have it written out yet, but I can tell you the first line of the next segment because as I said, it was kind of a turning point in the whole story.

... Then Pink unzipped her jacket and things started to get weird...
what, a clown popped out??   she had 3 boobs?  she was wearing a Trump 2020 t-shirt??

 
Sorry guys, I've been slammed at work all day. Should've figured this would happen after taking an unplanned day off Wednesday. I was hoping to get this wrapped up today as a Friday thread, but its just not gonna happen. Ill try to get some more of it written-up tomorrow while its still fresh in my mind.

Here's the best I can do for visual reference. Obviously, these are not direct comparisons, but it will at least give you an idea of their look/vibe. Let's say, if these were 10's, the real ones were probably 6 or 7's,  Pink  and  Tre

Also, I figured there would be a few skeptics as I recounted this tale, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it this early on. I've done a lot of reflecting over the past few days, trying to piece together exactly what happened to me on Wednesday, and let me tell you, we haven't even gotten to the crazy stuff yet. In fact, we're right at the part of the story where things start to get wild. I dont have it written out yet, but I can tell you the first line of the next segment because as I said, it was kind of a turning point in the whole story.

... Then Pink unzipped her jacket and things started to get weird...
I'm in.  :popcorn:

 
Here's the best I can do for visual reference. Obviously, these are not direct comparisons, but it will at least give you an idea of their look/vibe. Let's say, if these were 10's, the real ones were probably 6 or 7's,  Pink  and  Tre
Holy cow....  and those are 10's for purposes of calibrating out offdee scales?  What are they, missing teeth or what?  

 
more like a qwanza miracle right now. :fingerstappingimpatiently:

because it's good, and because we care. 
 
CletiusMaximus said:
This is the part where I'd prefer to be lied to. The visual in my head isn't working so well if the girls are 3-4 Offdee notches below those pics.
I'm sticking with Zoe Kravitz and Taraji P Henson when I read the story and picture the ladies in my head. It helps with my enjoyment of the story. :shrug:

 
I clicked on the picture links and now my computer has a bacterial infection.  I know who to take my computer to for a virus, but not for a bacterial infection..

 

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