It was my usual Thursday. It was payday. Beer at the stripclub after work It was!
However, this Thursday was different. I decided to stop at Applebee's to try one of those Irresist-A-Bowls. The Mac 'N Cheese Cheddar bowl really struck a note. Al dente penne pasta, lightly tossed in a rich Parmesan cream sauce topped with broccoli, shredded carrots, applewood-smoked bacon, and a savory mouthwatering blend of melted Cheddar cheeses. If it's anything, and I mean anything that could hold a candle close to a KFC Famous Bowl, then I was sold! I entered the joint, and sat myself at the bar. I was the only one there and decided to moisten up my chops with a drink. Come to find out they have $1 Malibu Bahama Dollarmama's. Are you kidding me? I'm living at rack and manger with these cocktails! Might put this place out of business! Well it's only part and parcel to take advantage of a great deal, and indeed I did. Screw the stripclub, all my singles are going here. So the bartender comes up to me and all I see is a worm in the apple. Pudgy, messy hair, and an unflattering shirt where just a little skin was popping out. A sight for sore eyes, but the deal is too good to give up. I start slamming these these ice cold 10 oz. 'mamas back. And for a $1, I doubt there's any alcohol in there. Albiet, there's alcohol in there, LOTS of alcohol in there. Come to find out after drinking 8 of these in an hour, the girl behind had been adding more rum to all of my drinks because she thought I was charming, and that I tipped well. I don't remember the conversation we had, or how many more I drank after that until... Now let me preface this first. I've never been woken up with smelling salts, but this aroma brought me out of a black out. It was like an overly pungent cheese. A Limburger, or maybe that Parmesan that would of been on my Irrisest-A-Bowl that I never got to order. It was like low tide at Bar Harbor. That preface was just the tip of the iceberg. As I come to, I realize that we're both naked in the back of my 1996 Buick Roadmaster station wagon in the parking lot. And I'm completely raw dogging her from behind doggystle. Now if that wasn't bad enough, I took a nice glazing stare into her eyes, well her brown eye, that is. If her ass was a main course, it had all the trimmings. A forest of hair that could dull a machete, little tidbits of toilet paper entangled within, and the aroma forementionted. I mean, being the drunken gentlemen I was, I finished in her mouth with an awful blowjob that could fuck up a wet dream. Needless to say, if you're going to Applebee's, at least get an appetizer to soak up the suds. And if you're going to do regrettable things intoxicated, do it at a strip club where you still have some sort of class.
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