What follows is a fictional diatribe...

What follows is a fictional diatribe of a constantly hallucinating man...

I swear I just went in for a beer or two and to watch Sunday night football, but this gorgeous girl, M**, just plopped down right in my lap. She is a cute hispanic girl, maybe around 5'3" with possible MM C's, which were nice and large, but a bit bit too solid. Nips were very responsive which I love. What am I supposed to do? Turn her away? We got to know each other, both physically and verbally, while i finished off my beer. I thought to my self, well how would a few dances hurt, so she led me off to the dance area behind the wall to the left of the main stage. Not sure if it is usually empty on Sunday's but this time it was completely empty, and she led me to the corner and surrounded our area with chairs. Nice and private.

Well, she immediately started off with the dance even though a song was started, but she made up for it with some heavy grinding and absolutely no complaining about my roaming hands. Things progressed into the Fun Zone pretty quickly and after about 8 songs, Mount Vesuvius erupted. overall it only put me back 140.