I thought donky shows were for boys. They're the only ones I ever hear talking about goung to them though.
A friend of mine was telling me about a live sex show he went to once where the girl wrote on him with a sharpie using only her goolie. It turned out it was permanent marker and he had to tell his girlfriend he'd passed out and his jackhole buddies wrote on him.
It actually explains a lot since whenever he passes out over here at our St. Pat's parties, he always slurrs a "Don't let anyone write on me." to me as I'm putting him to bed.
he always slurrs a "Don't let anyone write on me."
Eh, what's a little writing between drunken people?
God, the donkey... Poor donkey. There are times I miss Tiajuana. This is not one of those times at all.
I did let my girlfriend write his name on his forehead since she kept calling him by someone else's name at the party.
God, the donkey... Poor donkey. There are times I miss Tiajuana. This is not one of those times at all.
So, one of my myriad old roommates went to Tiajuana with a friend, and when the cab driver asked him where he wanted to go, he said "take us to the donkey show!"
To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"
At least it was in eyeliner.
The writing I mean. I have no idea if the donkey was in drag.
Soylent Green is Yeller! Yeller!!
billytea, I'm not sure if the color reference was intentional, but you're either accidentally brilliant or just plain so.
Okay, now my mind went from burro to burrito. I just squicked myself with thoughts of dead donkey dong in tortillas... But no crema cause that would just be too many shades of wrong.
AAaannnddd that reminds me of a game show we invented in college (we being me and a gay male friend, obviously): "Guess the Animal Dick!"
Blindfolded contestant #1: "mmm, *smack* *smack* Giraffe?"
