I was gonna post some porno, but got distracted, and at about 1:30 am, realized I was sobering up. So the clothes came on, the bike got unlocked, and after I bought some guy a beer, we decided we liked each other's facefuzz and began sampling parts of each other's bodies. Nothing like making out in a loud, crowded bar, and nothing like bending over and having someone's prince albert banging against your teeth. The highlight of the evening, about 10 minutes after last call was called, this guy's arm around my shoulder, our lips occasionally diving for each other's throats, and the deejay plays Gang of Four's Damaged Goods. (Some of you may know they usually played this song last at their live shows) My poor "new friend" felt how excited I was as I squealed (in a very manly way, of course) and punched his shoulder: "I (punch) can't (punch) believe (punch) she's (punch) playing(punch) this(punch) fanfuckin (punch,punch) tastic (he punches me a coupla times) song!" (punch, punch)

Several hours later, I served coffee.