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I will send you back to Dean's siteThose aren’t coming out of the vault @HuskerGarrett
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I will send you back to Dean's siteThose aren’t coming out of the vault @HuskerGarrett
HaYes they are!
You don’t mean thatI will send you back to Dean's site
big dick tone thanks for postin here , you are the dumbest sonofabitch ive ever seen post but we love you like the NHLYou don’t mean that
Those aren’t coming out of the vault @HuskerGarrett
I met this girl online a few years ago. It was a website for people that both had herpes. I had slugged through a good bit of gut sacks on the site, and it had worked out pretty well. Though, there was one demon pussy that will haunt me for years. We met up at the local DQ for a hamburger and shake. We had a pleasant conversation. She was a teacher in the area, and had 5 or 6 runts for kids.
Anyway, I was living at home with my mom at the time, so I didn't want to take her back to my place. So, we decided we would go feast on each other in the bathroom. We are finishing our shakes and I am underneath the table tuggn it pretty good to get it ready. It was a quite night at the DQ, so we sneak back into the stalls and i lock the door. We get into one of the stalls and I see someone had been spitting mud before us. IT was all over the seat etc. The smell wasn't that bad, because it was mostly that diareaha smell. I'm usually ok with that. I put her legs up, pull her squirrell covers off and start eating her pink pie. As I'm down there, I'm restling with her open blisters. She had a huge break out going on. Between biting the lips and flicking the bean, I have about an equal blood to cum ratio swooshing around in my mouth. I stand up and pull my shorts down, and throw my wang out. She takes a quick glance and starts to cry. I ask her what is wrong and she says everything. I think her exact words were "Im in the bathroom at a dairy queen in a stall where there is shit, with some man that I met on a website for std carriers, and on top of that he has the smallest dick I have ever seen"
You talk about getting one in the gut. I was humiliated. I still got her to fuck but she told me never to call her again.
The Main Board was like the wild west back in the day.
Not sure if this is a coincidence or something that makes a lot of sense:
I encountered two rotten pusses from two different women, about a year apart. And they both had some unique similarities:
1. They both had only been with one dude, going all the way back to high school. Basically, they married their high school boyfriends.
2. Both had gotten a divorce in their late 20s.
3. They saw me as a viable rebound.
4. They both were brunettes with raging bushes.
5. It took me more than 24 hours to cleanse my room of the smell both times.
I think both chicks never had any reason to learn proper vaginal maintenance. I also think they probably developed some bad habits related to moms not showering for days.
That might compete with mine lolMy worst was an older gal I met at a work conference when I was in my 20's. She was probably in her 50's. And listen, she wasn't the kind of sexy cougar 50 y/o. She was some troll looking individual. My buddy was trying to get with her hot sexy 50 y/o friend and I thought I was helping him out. He didn't end up with the good one, but I ended up with the beast. I got in the hotel bed with her to do the deed and I remember her peeling her spanx off 🤮.
Also, I'll speak up for @#HBD because he is too humble to raise his hand on this thread. He ploughed a gal when we were in our 20's and she was in her late 40's/early 50's that looked almost identical to a less attractive version of the actress who played Mimi on the Drew Carey Show.
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In college, for a brief period of time (approx. 3 weeks), I worked at the Home Depot on 27th and Cornhusker. I would often spend the night there in my car, passing out in a drunken stupor, and then wake up for a sink shower and a head to toe coating of Axe body spray at the sketchy gas station across the street.
During this time, a young lady (cannot for the life of me remember her name), also worked at that HD. I want to say she was either in Lawn & Garden or was a cashier, and she smoked Marlboro Lights (100s). As burning heaters with a downtrodden Home Depot cashier was more appealing to me than retrieving carts from the parking lot for $7.70 / hr, I would often join her for smoke breaks.
We would mostly just sit around and shoot the shit, nothing too personal. I knew was about to quit that shitty job, so right before I was going to, I just said fuggit and asked her if she wanted to go to the lockable family restroom and bang one out. She agreed, so we went and did the nasty. Did it on the floor and I also bent her over the changing table. That family restroom smelled like a bucket full of rotten carp that had been cold smoked overnight over a bed of Marlboro cigarette butts.
After that, I found the manager and quit on the spot. Figured they could easily replace my production and that I had achieved everything I set out to in the job. Not my proudest memory but fond (if not foggy) memory to look back on.
P.S.S. - can't remember exactly what she looked like, but she was ugly as shit. She wasn't fat but I've fugged hotter fat chicks, for sure. Her ass had the structural integrity of pudding that hasn't quite set up yet. The main reason I quit that day was so I didn't have to come to grips with my decision to scrape the bottom of the barrel to get off
Only rapist, murderers and Cockeye fans use the OPs variation of the word fucked. Can we ban OP ?
In college, for a brief period of time (approx. 3 weeks), I worked at the Home Depot on 27th and Cornhusker. I would often spend the night there in my car, passing out in a drunken stupor, and then wake up for a sink shower and a head to toe coating of Axe body spray at the sketchy gas station across the street.
During this time, a young lady (cannot for the life of me remember her name), also worked at that HD. I want to say she was either in Lawn & Garden or was a cashier, and she smoked Marlboro Lights (100s). As burning heaters with a downtrodden Home Depot cashier was more appealing to me than retrieving carts from the parking lot for $7.70 / hr, I would often join her for smoke breaks.
We would mostly just sit around and shoot the shit, nothing too personal. I knew was about to quit that shitty job, so right before I was going to, I just said fuggit and asked her if she wanted to go to the lockable family restroom and bang one out. She agreed, so we went and did the nasty. Did it on the floor and I also bent her over the changing table. That family restroom smelled like a bucket full of rotten carp that had been cold smoked overnight over a bed of Marlboro cigarette butts.
After that, I found the manager and quit on the spot. Figured they could easily replace my production and that I had achieved everything I set out to in the job. Not my proudest memory but fond (if not foggy) memory to look back on.
P.S.S. - can't remember exactly what she looked like, but she was ugly as shit. She wasn't fat but I've fugged hotter fat chicks, for sure. Her ass had the structural integrity of pudding that hasn't quite set up yet. The main reason I quit that day was so I didn't have to come to grips with my decision to scrape the bottom of the barrel to get off
That last line is incredibleI had sex with a co-worker(Target CB) that was missing a tooth. She was 18 so a little young to be missing teeth already but I was horny so I went ahead and fucked her in the front seat of my mom's car.
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