Sunday, February 1, 2009

Buttraped again

So this morning I woke up from a long night of drinking and marveled at the many stamps on my hands from the lovely bars at Michigan. This was all well and good until I went to pee, and noticed a brown jug stamp on my inner thigh, right next to master p. How did I get this stamp there you ask? This is quite the conundrum, and I am utterly clueless. Usually this would be a good thing, hey, some girl fellashed me and stamped her territory, schwing. Unfortunately, the people that have said stamps are large bouncers... none of them being women. Dammit. At least my butt is alright.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Can you write a post about the first time you were butt-raped? I find the story most enjoyable.