The first time i did it i was a teenager. A remember feeling a range of emotions, but the two that stood out most were anxiety and excitement. I had waited much of my high school life for this moment, and i practiced quite often. I can still remember how embarrassed i was that time my mother caught me in front of the mirror... Anyways, the day finally arrived. It was not spontaneous, as the experience would be later in my adult life, but it was planned well in advance. This certainly added to the aforementioned anxiety. Scared, sweaty and nervous, i recall hyping myself up before it all went down. "This is what you want, this is what you've been waiting for...", i told myself. When the moment finally arrived, i felt like i was going to explode. I tried to ease into it, you know, just test the waters a bit. But it just felt too good, too right, and i couldn't help but let it all go. When it was over, i wondered "did i disappoint? Was that okay?". I naturally questioned my ability, but knew i'd get better at it over time. In any case, truly a memorable experience...
Neat Tip: Get your mind out of the gutter and understand entendre. This is a tool in which which a statement has multiple meanings: often an innocent story or statement with a flipside that's a sexier, darker version. Entendre is about context, and it exists everywhere. Think of James Bond movies, talk radio slang, etc. In fact, our favorite "that what she said" bits are all appropriate use of entendre (as well as hilarious). Take note of the opportunity to see the darker side of the seemingly benign, as it will confront you all day e'ry day. At the office: "the boss was all over me", the gas station: "lift lever and begin pumping", and in countless television ads and commercials.
This friends, is how we begin to become monsters of the double entendre. As far as my "performance" described above, thanks to Bimbo for being and active participant (you were great) and Charles T for watching the whole thing go down. Cris Fully, weren't you there too?
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"something..... something..... plenty pack!"
btw, i was wearing a dave matthews shirt inside out.
shot out to our dj, rocked it with one needle.....dj antimatter.
There for the birth and stayed around for the maturation. Aged like a fine wine or block of cheese or a fine balsamic. It only gets better
i have to mention something here and let me apologize to rhymning steve for taking away from a brilliant post. but as i scrolled down to finish reading it I noticed something new about tn's ass. the funkiest part of that picture is the underwear lining imprint. i threw up in my mouth when i noticed it.
I steve is a block of fancy cheese, I am a box of velveeta sitting proudly in a food lion that only a few people shop at. The vinegar and grapes have been replaced with katchup and a box of raisins. Rhythm and force are the key to greatness...or atleast keeping your head above water.
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