Earlier I had mistakenly made the comment that "i feel like a million buckazoids".... but after the events of tonight, I'd have to say I feel like "100 BILLION Buckazoids".
I continually mention this whiskey waitress... to the point of your exhaustion (not mine, trust me).
Having seen her looking her absolute best
Now to the actual events of the night....
Shortly after Grimm and I arrived, she came right over, sat on my lap.... and even graced my forehead (that will never be washed again) with a kiss.
You have to understand the background of our relationship. "Our" meaning Grimm, myself and the waitress. Essentially, there hasn't been one for the two yea... errr... few times we've seen her. :P Grimm and I are on the 'don't expect a tip from those cheap bastards' blacklist. So all this new found attention is very pleasing yet extremely shocking at the same time.
We just so happen to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it conveniently being Wet T-Shirt Wednesday, we put 2 and 2 together. Plus she just told us anyway, so the mathematics were needless.
Lemme tell ya... she stole the show. She was a mean ass bitch on stage, even taking the bottles and squirting the squirters. Man that was hot!!
Contest done, she's still in her Wet T-Shirt and I ask how someone can go about getting a drink. To which she replies, "you want my shirt?" It was very loud so I could excuse the confusing response.... and seriously, who was I to decline such a sexy offer? So of course I accepted the Wet T-Shirt. Then later, much like the free t-shirt she tosses it my way and I am again the king of the world.
Now I know I'm being somewhat of a hypocrite. As I have previously stated that digicams were sent here by the devil but this post just wouldn't be the same without that pic.
...but we're still not finished... that's the great part
Later she again comes to sit on my lap, lean back, let me put my arms around her and even make the pathetic attempt to flirt.
Question, "why don't you and your friends meet up with me and my friends for a movie some time?"
Her reply: (like a sexy bitch) " are you trying to flirt, cuz if you are you're not doing a good job".
Zingged and turned on.... MEOW
Finally it's home time and she is blocking the way out. I give her a "later dude" which she mocks (so sexy). I tell her one more thing, "I'm far too dense when it comes to women to know how to flirt". and she gives me the old "well I could have told you that".
...but the best part.... the part that makes the night all worth this writing...
After our chitty chat banter, she leans over to me wanting a kiss on the cheek.
Now c'mon, after making the effort to post a blog this damn long, you know I at least got a bit of skin from her. It was the only that kiss on the cheek, but that's all I need right now to be a happy man.
I continually mention this whiskey waitress... to the point of your exhaustion (not mine, trust me).
Having seen her looking her absolute best
(as I told her) "fucking incredible" tonight.Also at her absolute worst
She looked nothing like the waitress version of herself, however slick Jcloth was able to slip in a "you look different, but still just as beautiful as always".Tonight though... it was as if we were playing poker and she upped the anti ten fold. YOWZA!!
Now to the actual events of the night....
Shortly after Grimm and I arrived, she came right over, sat on my lap.... and even graced my forehead (that will never be washed again) with a kiss.
You have to understand the background of our relationship. "Our" meaning Grimm, myself and the waitress. Essentially, there hasn't been one for the two yea... errr... few times we've seen her. :P Grimm and I are on the 'don't expect a tip from those cheap bastards' blacklist. So all this new found attention is very pleasing yet extremely shocking at the same time.
We just so happen to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it conveniently being Wet T-Shirt Wednesday, we put 2 and 2 together. Plus she just told us anyway, so the mathematics were needless.
Lemme tell ya... she stole the show. She was a mean ass bitch on stage, even taking the bottles and squirting the squirters. Man that was hot!!
Contest done, she's still in her Wet T-Shirt and I ask how someone can go about getting a drink. To which she replies, "you want my shirt?" It was very loud so I could excuse the confusing response.... and seriously, who was I to decline such a sexy offer? So of course I accepted the Wet T-Shirt. Then later, much like the free t-shirt she tosses it my way and I am again the king of the world.
Now I know I'm being somewhat of a hypocrite. As I have previously stated that digicams were sent here by the devil but this post just wouldn't be the same without that pic.
...but we're still not finished... that's the great part
Later she again comes to sit on my lap, lean back, let me put my arms around her and even make the pathetic attempt to flirt.
Question, "why don't you and your friends meet up with me and my friends for a movie some time?"
Her reply: (like a sexy bitch) " are you trying to flirt, cuz if you are you're not doing a good job".
Zingged and turned on.... MEOW
Finally it's home time and she is blocking the way out. I give her a "later dude" which she mocks (so sexy). I tell her one more thing, "I'm far too dense when it comes to women to know how to flirt". and she gives me the old "well I could have told you that".
...but the best part.... the part that makes the night all worth this writing...
After our chitty chat banter, she leans over to me wanting a kiss on the cheek.
Now c'mon, after making the effort to post a blog this damn long, you know I at least got a bit of skin from her. It was the only that kiss on the cheek, but that's all I need right now to be a happy man.