Can I Get Your Number?
Girls February 7th, 2008
There I was, sitting on this chick’s chest while she blew me. She moved her hand up to grab me and I noticed a phone number written on the back of her hand. “Hey, who’s number is that?”
She glanced at it and blushed, “Oh, I haven’t showered in 3 days, so that must be the guy I met 3 days ago.”
“Cool.” It was going to take a lot more than that to phase me.
After we finished, she asked if she could pop a pimple on my back. Actually, I’d like to pretend she asked, but she popped it first and then asked me.