I Smell Like Pussy
This morning, my favorite sort of serendipity befell me and here I am, creating about it. Is it safe for work or kids? Not my decision.
The video is a whopping 34 minutes but I think it’s worth the watch.
The whole point of it is that last evening about 10pm, I got a call out of the blue from a Thai chick I know—just friends…though I did send her a friendly dicpic. She wanted to come over. I’m at my desk, said sure, sent her the location.
And she can’t find it. She goes back home. I offer to try to meet somewhere we both know, she says “meet tomorrow.”
“OK.”
I ended up sitting at my desk doing various things—including lots of video chats USA time—until 5am. Exhausted, beat, and inebriated, I hit the sac.
Decent sleep and I arose at 11am.
I wasn’t up 5 minutes and who calls?
She’s a minute away on her motorbike. And now I smell like pussy. There’s far more to the story, including an interlude from more than 30 years back where I had a Thai chick friend and it was 4 years before I smelled like pussy. In the large, there is a lot to lean and love about this country.
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