St Patrick’s Day

I decided to take the plunge and go out for St Patrick’s Day.  I’ve never much cared for beer but seeing people drink pints of guiness or green beer and partying to celebrate driving evil snakes from a country sounded like it might be fun.  I mean, who doesn’t love drunk people?  So, I joined a few friends and we went out for the evening.  We started our evening by going out for some seafood to satiate ourselves before the drinking began.  Then, we headed for Portland’s Irish pub.  It was so packed they had to put a tent up outside to hold the overflow.  After a few tequila shots and some good and not so good karaoke, we decided it was time to head home for the night.  Walking through the streets of downtown Portland we came up to the corner and noticed not one but two very interesting sights.  One man was getting rid of his beer orally and another one was peeing on someone else’s car.  Ah, the city!  You gotta love it.  I think I’m glad I live in a little rural community sometimes.  No one pisses on my car and no one pukes in my yard.  Well, the dog sometimes raises his leg on my car tire, but that’s a different ballgame altogether.  I think I’ll skip the excitement next year.

Tequila Dreams

Sometimes tequila makes me have funny dreams.  Thursday night was one of those nights.  I dreamt I had a room full of very devout slave boys and they were all clamoring for my atttention.  I cracked a large bullwhip and they all instantly fell to their knees in front of me.  I proceeded to make them all masturbate for their mistress for hours and they were begging me to let them stop but I was relentless in my endeavors.  I was on a mission to control all the cocks and they were my whimpering minions.  First one to lose control and have an orgasm got the whip in front of all the others.  That was incentive enough to keep the rest from cumming, believe me.  I woke up smiling to myself.  It was quite entertaining.