Date last night in Savannah. Went really bad till hook up time, then took
it took a turn for the worst. I am not quite sure if this is a good one
due to the fact that her sh*t eating, moon barker was involved with the whole hook up situation. Each time I would try and initiate the process the
dog would get a running start and bite me on the arm, foot or ass. Now in
my past years, I would have asked her to put the dog out. Ohh no this was
not an option. What it came down to was, the dog or me. The dog won and
this is the third time that we have tried to hook up. SETTING THE STAGE. I drove to Savannah with &&&&& to visit her Alumni initiation for her college soriority. After many hours of smoozing and shaking hands, &&&&&& (Pesident and coordinator of the function)and I decided to cap the night off at a bar.
The evening was slow, but bad and we ended up at Notorious, the Georgia hang out in Sav. After a long conversation we decided to make our 30 minute trip back to Bluffghanistan, where I expected minimum love but enough to cover the expenses and complexity of the evening. In Route out of Savannah, I began to feel some real discomfort in the lower area of my stomach. I had to take a crazy joe and was at leat 15 min away from her home.
Now if you have not heard, I was able to pick up not one, but TWO speeding tickets on the way home from Atlanta the other day. So picking up the pace to ease my discomfort was not an option. SWEAT, PAIN, ODD NOISES, SWEAT and SWEAT were now completely overwhelming, I even thought that passing out was an option. My inner voice was now repeating, "mind over matter"," mind over
matter," which was not working at all. Then it happened, the
unthinkable. In a desperate attempt to cover up what had just
happened I asked her If she minded driving with the windows down, because it was such a perfect temp of 36 degrees outside.
We were getting close to her house and I had to come up with a plan to conceal the fact that I had just crapped my pants. Pulling up the drive way, I may have come to a rolling stop befor letting her out and jerking the SUV into reverse. I was only two hundred yards form the office and I had to make it there before round two came around. Looking through the rear view mirror I could see a very confused and somewhat upset date, but that was the least of my worries. I could see the office and I new that It was going to
be close. Ripping through the office door and into the bathroom, I was in
the clear. Except for the fact it was my turn to buy toilet paper for the
office and was going to take care of that in the morning.
After a shower and regrouping, I went back and told her that I forgot to doo something really important at work and it could not wait.. She believed me and that's where the dog and half assed hook up comes in.
it took a turn for the worst. I am not quite sure if this is a good one
due to the fact that her sh*t eating, moon barker was involved with the whole hook up situation. Each time I would try and initiate the process the
dog would get a running start and bite me on the arm, foot or ass. Now in
my past years, I would have asked her to put the dog out. Ohh no this was
not an option. What it came down to was, the dog or me. The dog won and
this is the third time that we have tried to hook up. SETTING THE STAGE. I drove to Savannah with &&&&& to visit her Alumni initiation for her college soriority. After many hours of smoozing and shaking hands, &&&&&& (Pesident and coordinator of the function)and I decided to cap the night off at a bar.
The evening was slow, but bad and we ended up at Notorious, the Georgia hang out in Sav. After a long conversation we decided to make our 30 minute trip back to Bluffghanistan, where I expected minimum love but enough to cover the expenses and complexity of the evening. In Route out of Savannah, I began to feel some real discomfort in the lower area of my stomach. I had to take a crazy joe and was at leat 15 min away from her home.
Now if you have not heard, I was able to pick up not one, but TWO speeding tickets on the way home from Atlanta the other day. So picking up the pace to ease my discomfort was not an option. SWEAT, PAIN, ODD NOISES, SWEAT and SWEAT were now completely overwhelming, I even thought that passing out was an option. My inner voice was now repeating, "mind over matter"," mind over
matter," which was not working at all. Then it happened, the
unthinkable. In a desperate attempt to cover up what had just
happened I asked her If she minded driving with the windows down, because it was such a perfect temp of 36 degrees outside.
We were getting close to her house and I had to come up with a plan to conceal the fact that I had just crapped my pants. Pulling up the drive way, I may have come to a rolling stop befor letting her out and jerking the SUV into reverse. I was only two hundred yards form the office and I had to make it there before round two came around. Looking through the rear view mirror I could see a very confused and somewhat upset date, but that was the least of my worries. I could see the office and I new that It was going to
be close. Ripping through the office door and into the bathroom, I was in
the clear. Except for the fact it was my turn to buy toilet paper for the
office and was going to take care of that in the morning.
After a shower and regrouping, I went back and told her that I forgot to doo something really important at work and it could not wait.. She believed me and that's where the dog and half assed hook up comes in.
