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She laid her bag of Jalepeno Cheetos and generic cheese and meat snack on the gas station counter. "Is this all for you today" the cashier asked her politely.
Rex eyed Cordelia from afar, she held the thing he desired the most, he had dreamed of Jalepeno Cheetos for far too long and he would not be denied his craving.
She laid her bag of Jalepeno Cheetos and generic cheese and meat snack on the gas station counter. "Is this all for you today" the cashier asked her politely.
Rex eyed Cordelia from afar, she held the thing he desired the most, he had dreamed of Jalepeno Cheetos for far too long and he would not be denied his craving.
this is already better than 50 shades. SOOO TURNED ON RIGHT NOW! fucking jalepeno cheetos! (should someone bring these to inforoo brunch??)
can we skip ahead to the part where they are fucking on the countertop near the cash box and cigs and lottery tickets (depending on which state this is taking place in).... cheetos completely gone, and he's sucking the orange cheeto remains from her fingers?
He snaked his way down her body, leaving tangerine kisses across her breasts and stomach. He had every intention to lap up the fine orange powder his hands had left between her legs.
can we skip ahead to the part where they are fucking on the countertop near the cash box and cigs and lottery tickets (depending on which state this is taking place in).... cheetos completely gone, and he's sucking the orange cheeto remains from her fingers?
we def need more monkeys with typewriters for this shiz to work...
...Cordelia would never look at jalapeño cheetos the same way again, and as she sashayed out of the Starvin Marvin she knew, neither would he!!
Later that night, Rex popped a bag of kettle corn. As the bag of kettle corn spun 'round in the microwave, expanding ever so slightly with the counting seconds, he could not help but remember his encounter with Cordelia. She had forgotten her generic meat and cheese stick at the counter, and he wondered if she had left it on purpose. "Was it her way of honoring me," he thought aloud as his kettle corn filled the room with it's sugary sweet smell. He then realized something he hadn't before... she did not pay for the Cheetos.
Later that night, Rex popped a bag of kettle corn. As the bag of kettle corn spun 'round in the microwave, expanding ever so slightly with the counting seconds, he could not help but remember his encounter with Cordelia. She had forgotten her generic meat and cheese stick at the counter, and he wondered if she had left it on purpose. "Was it her way of honoring me," he thought aloud as his kettle corn filled the room with it's sugary sweet smell. He then realized something he hadn't before... she did not pay for the Cheetos.
Ok. 36 male 5 10- 215 athletic fit build. Camping alone but living large in vendor camping. Fit guy looking for fit girl or well somewhat fit. Hang with see some shows. Rave etc.. corn is cool but I can't eat it. Alcohol is my choice.
Oh and Sunday is my birthday.
I won't miss skrillex. rest of the show I may meander around or enjoy your music. This is my 4th roo.
On the other side of town, Cordelia sat on her balcony looking at crude photos on an website called TheChive. It was a terribly vain attempt at portraiture. She couldn't find any beauty in the photos in her internet browser, only sadness. On this day she knew the true meaning of beauty. She knew the feeling of a love so intense it transcended Jalepeno Cheetos and generic meat and cheese sticks. "Oh shit!" she cried aloud, remembering she had left her snack with her lover. She closed shut her laptop and her eyes, longing for more of Rex. Then suddenly, a knock on her front door startled her upright, causing her to almost spill her Kool-Aid Burst.
A smile spread across her face..."Who is it?", she cooed softly, her lip quivering with anticipation. Cordelia took a deep breath, went to the door and flung it open, but instead of her cheesy puffed cornmeal companion a small slip of paper was pinned to the door, it read, "...you owe me $1.48."
So are you horn dogs meeting up at bonnaroo? Or has all of this been for naught?
Well Karen and I are getting married. So we'll probably meet at some point. The rest of these hooligans are in the wedding, so hopefully they show up as well. Then there is the gang bang that's planned, I'm hoping people show up to that because it's hard to have a gang bang without a gang. Otherwise that's just masturbation.
So are you horn dogs meeting up at bonnaroo? Or has all of this been for naught?
Well Karen and I are getting married. So we'll probably meet at some point. The rest of these hooligans are in the wedding, so hopefully they show up as well. Then there is the gang bang that's planned, I'm hoping people show up to that because it's hard to have a gang bang without a gang. Otherwise that's just masturbation.
If thats true I kinda want to bang you now.. just for the story... I'm straight and all but who has the chance to bang Falcor and live to tell about it??
I'd be the coolest lonely old man at the bar for the rest of my life... or at least the one with the best story
If thats true I kinda want to bang you now.. just for the story... I'm straight and all but who has the chance to bang Falcor and live to tell about it??
I'd be the coolest lonely old man at the bar for the rest of my life... or at least the one with the best story
