I gotta ask? Were balls slapping together during this encounter? Also did you take it Butt up? Did it look like one those bulls bag trailer hitch covers. And was there any vomit?
I gotta ask? Were balls slapping together during this encounter? Also did you take it Butt up? Did it look like one those bulls bag trailer hitch covers. And was there any vomit?
Originally Posted by Cannibal:
You seem very interested in the details.
I gotta admit, I'd like to know if he got the tranny off. He said he finished on her butt, but did he return the favor? Even a little handy or something? [Reply]
Originally Posted by Buehler445:
Beach tribe needs to share more funny tranny stories.
I went to a party at a tranny named India's house, who obviously had a thing for neatness. Wild Fn scene, man.
Mo'nique was there.
India started to come onto me, so I had to inform her that I was straight, to which she responded "no shit" (lol called him she) and acted pissy as if I was in the wrong by basically telling him to stop wasting his fn time.
So, here's where it gets good.
India starts making drinks for everyone, and has one for me along with an apology for not respecting my boundaries.
Before taking a drink Man'ique leans over and says, I saw her put GHB in that shit, boy.
I was mortified at what would have happened if mo' hadn't been lookin' out for me.
So I went to the kitchen and did an ol' switcheroo, ditched the dirty dick date rape drink, and promptly went to India and thanked him for the deeelicios beverage, ("Oh. My. God. It is So Good. So Good") and downed it in front of him, much to his delight.
Bout' an hr later I started playing all fked up, and said "you mind if I get something to eat from your kitchen?" India: "make yo'seff at home baby"
I went into the kitchen and started grunting "hongry" grabbed the peanut butter and an un-sliced loaf of bread and started smearing peanut butter all over it, the counter, the fkn drawer knobs, fridge handle, EVERYTHING. Slinging the knife loaded with peanut butter around. Reached in the cabinet, stuck my hand in the back and drug everything in them out all over the place. Grabbed a gallon of milk out of the fridge and started killng it and spilling it everywhere. I ****ED SHIT UP and said, "I'm not feeling so good, I have to leave. Knocked over some shit, knocked some shit off the walls on the way out and bolted.
This story could have had a totally different ending if it wasn't for Man'ique.
I'll be cool w/ that mfer till the day I die. [Reply]
Originally Posted by beach tribe:
I went to a party at a tranny named India's house, who obviously had a thing for neatness. Wild Fn scene, man.
Mo'nique was there.
India started to come onto me, so I had to inform her that I was straight, to which she responded "no shit" (lol called him she) and acted pissy as if I was in the wrong by basically telling him to stop wasting his fn time.
So, here's where it gets good.
India starts making drinks for everyone, and has one for me along with an apology for not respecting my boundaries.
Before taking a drink Man'ique leans over and says, I saw her put GHB in that shit, boy.
I was mortified at what would have happened if mo' hadn't been lookin' out for me.
So I went to the kitchen and did an ol' switcheroo, ditched the dirty dick date rape drink, and promptly went to India and thanked him for the deeelicios beverage: "Oh. My. God. It is So Good. So Good" and downed it in front of him, much to his delight.
Bout' an hr later I started playing all fked up, and said you mind if I get something to eat from your kitchen? India: "make yo'seff at home baby"
I went into the kitchen and started grunting "hongry" grabbed the peanut butter and an un-sliced loaf of bread and started smearing peanut butter all over it, the counter, the fkn drawer knobs, fridge handle, EVERYTHING. Slinging the knife loaded with peanut butter around. Reached in the cabinet, stuck my hand in the back and drug everything in them out all over the place. Grabbed a gallon of milk out of the fridge and started killng it and spilling it everywhere. I ****ED SHIT UP and said, "I'm not feeling so good, I have to leave. Knocked over some shit, knocked some shit off the walls on the way out and bolted.
This story could have had a totally different ending if it wasn't for Man'ique.
I'll be cool w/ that mfer till the day I die.
So cool with her, in fact, that you're intentionally making fun of her name. You're a classy dude. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Rausch:
So it's a good thing your partners sleep with a number of people before/after you?...:-)
So long as I get a clean bill of health, I couldn't possibly care less.
I guess it would be unfortunate if a guy had so much sex in his life that he was blase about our encounter. But I don't tend to play those kind of odds. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Fried Meat Ball!:
So cool with her, in fact, that you're intentionally making fun of her name. You're a classy dude.
Gimme a fn break with your over sensitive pussy shit.
You never **** with your friends, poke at em', call em' names and shit?
So, I can't do it to him, why?
Because of yor PC sensitive, pussy BS?
He'd probably have you dancin' like a punk once he figured out you were all "don't bring up his......condition, Martha"
Trust me, he don't need you defending him one bit.
Originally Posted by beach tribe:
Gimme a fn break with your over sensitive pussy shit.
You never **** with your friends, poke at em', call em' names and shit?
So, I can't do it to him, why?
Because of yor PC sensitive, pussy BS?
He'd probably have you dancin' like a punk once he figured out you were all "don't bring up his......condition, Martha"
Trust me, he don't need you defending him one bit.
Fuqattahrr
Sure, I poke fun at friends... Over inconsequential bullshit. I don't make fun of my friends for their life circumstances, and certainly wouldn't make fun of a trans friend by calling them the very gender that they're trying to transition from. That's pretty douchy. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Fried Meat Ball!:
Sure, I poke fun at friends... Over inconsequential bullshit. I don't make fun of my friends for their life circumstances, and certainly wouldn't make fun of a trans friend by calling them the very gender that they're trying to transition from. That's pretty douchy.
Ever think that maybe he just wants to be treated like everyone else, and not have to have people dance on egg shells, and watch what they say because of who he/she is.
Mo'nique had accepted who he is, and didn't give a ****. This was long after the story I told earlier, and we were on that level.
He used to call me bumpkin, and banjo and ask me when me and my sister's baby was due. To which I would respond "about the same time as your period"
So, kiss my ass.
He would seriously have you feeling like the white couple at a def jams comedy show. "don't laugh, Martha. They're looking" [Reply]
Originally Posted by Katipan:
I guess it would be unfortunate if a guy had so much sex in his life that he was blase about our encounter. But I don't tend to play those kind of odds.
