The Greatest Story Ever Told
duomaxwell
Last night at my club, amongst the Saturday drunks and people that wear their 1/18th Irish part as a badge of pride, there was a gentleman that was interested in going to VIP with me. He looked a bit like John Waters (minus the fashion sense) and had a shamrock painted on one of his cheeks. I hadn't talked to him at all prior, he just grabbed me while I was on my way to the bar from the stage.
So, we go to the back and he proceeds to tell me this little gem while attempting to make me do some kind of waltz with him around the lapdance room.
Apparently while he was down at Shamrock the Block (some kind of St. Patrick's Day festival--think green beer and vomit) some little blonde girl grabs his hand, pulls him into an alley and proceeds to give him the "world's best blow job". Then she looks up at him, with cum dripping down her chin, and loudly exclaims:
YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!
And runs off.
End of story, end of dance.
I think I met a leprechaun.
So, we go to the back and he proceeds to tell me this little gem while attempting to make me do some kind of waltz with him around the lapdance room.
Apparently while he was down at Shamrock the Block (some kind of St. Patrick's Day festival--think green beer and vomit) some little blonde girl grabs his hand, pulls him into an alley and proceeds to give him the "world's best blow job". Then she looks up at him, with cum dripping down her chin, and loudly exclaims:
YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!
And runs off.
End of story, end of dance.
I think I met a leprechaun.
12 comments
Were you working on the Block?
Ironically the FAQ on their site said this festival was set up to be family friendly as in bring the kids and fido, too
With the Block reference and the John Waters reference, I'd initially thought we were talking about Baltimore... maybe we need some clarification here.
I like your skirt. :)