Come on, get your rocks off, I'm gonna knock your socks off
Just got back from a fun-filled weekend in Norman, OK. (No, you didn't read that wrong. Fun things CAN happen in Norman--you just have to look really hard for them.) Elliot and I have now seen each other for three weekends in a row, which means the next two weeks without him will be all the more difficult. Admittedly, the reason we're seeing each other so much isn't only about missing each other; it's to give us time to "talk." So we've been talking quite a bit, which is good, but draining. I'm not really sure right now how things are going to turn out, but for the moment I'm happy, and that's good enough.
So what happened in Norman that was so fun, you ask? Well, Elliot and El Giles had a rockin' party that went until 5 in the morning (or later for SOME people *ahem*). I'm happy to report that I made it all the way until the end of the party, due to a scrumptious disco nap I took around 10. I always fall asleep before the fun has ended, and then I have to hear the next day about all the great things I missed. Those of you who are Dave Attell fans: just think of: "Duuuuude...you shoulda hung out." Not only did I stay up just as late as Elliot, I was also the sexual star of the party: EVERYONE wanted to make out with me. Okay, by everyone, I mean Chalkthis, LauraSkills, and Ingrid. Oh, and Elliot, of course. That's four people! I only made out with Elliot, because we have this whole stupid not-cheating thing [eye roll], but if I had been single I would have had some hot girl-on-girl action all over the place. LauraSkills was dressed as a slutty school girl, Ingrid was dressed as Jane (replete with skimpy leopard-print outfit), and Chalkthis was dressed as a girl with big boobs (the costume was very convincing).
Since I'm tired and I want to go to bed, I am going to reprint something I wrote on Coatney Jo's blog a few days back that I was especially proud of (of which I was especially proud). I wanted to share it with a wider audience. This was written in response to a recent scandal revealed about Oklahoma senatorial candidate Tom Coburn, which involves a recording of Coburn complaining about "rampant lesbianism" in Southeastern Oklahoma. It's so bad there, Coburn alleged, that they only let one girl go to the bathroom at a time. I thought I would share my story in response:
My Story
This is a serious problem, you know, not just in Southeastern Oklahoma, but also in Northeastern Oklahoma. At my high school, I used to nearly rupture my bladder freshman year because I would try to keep from going to the bathroom during the day. A group of rampant lesbians was always waiting in there to grab whoever came in and force her to receive oral sex. Finally, one day I had to go so bad that I just had to risk it. Well, sure enough, I was cornered by a gang of rampant lesbians and was forced to receive cunnilingus from half a dozen Sapphic hoodlums. After that, I stopped avoiding the bathroom--I think more out of fear than anything. I was afraid if I steered clear of the bathroom they would find me after school. I mean, that was probably why I did it--it's hard to remember, I was so fucked up then. For three long years, I endured this horrible bullying, sometimes three or four times a day, if I could get enough bathroom passes. I'm not sharing this story to scare all of you, I just want you to realize that somewhere right now, some young Oklahoma girl that you love might be trapped in a bathroom stall with a rampant lesbian. What do you want, Oklahoma? Do you want to eat pussy, or do you want Tom Coburn? It's not a hard choice.
Happy Halloween, folks. If you missed Ingrid's party, you missed me dressed as Tom Cruise from Risky Business. That's right--you know the scene. I definitely went without pants.