Griffith
With the streak of a tear, Like morning dew
“Griffith’s Stories of Night Fishing and Big Ol’ Titties!”
Or, “Why I Love Living in Cali-fucking-fornia!”
Long story short, I just got home from the pier (and Denny’s) a few minutes ago and it was a pretty memorable fishing experience. On one of the foggiest nights of my life, when the fish weren’t biting and the temperature was getting lower by the minute, something marvelous happened…
-Griffith
P.S. Oh yeah, I caught a fish too! ;)
Or, “Why I Love Living in Cali-fucking-fornia!”
Long story short, I just got home from the pier (and Denny’s) a few minutes ago and it was a pretty memorable fishing experience. On one of the foggiest nights of my life, when the fish weren’t biting and the temperature was getting lower by the minute, something marvelous happened…
STREAKERS!
I turned around, and I couldn’t believe it; three beautiful women in the buff were charging me (and some other jackass, but let’s never speak of him again). I mean, these three chicks were incredibly hot; tall, curvaceous, busty, and just fucking wild looking! With six double D torpedo’s aimed right at my head, I was dumbfounded to say the least. First I felt disbelief. Then, after it all settled in, I sounded the alarm for evey male within a ten-mile radius. “Streakers!” I roared with childlike enthusiasm. As they made their way to the head of the pier, running only a few feet away from me, I thought, “These chicks are insane if they coming down here! These dudes are fucking lonely and disturbed. Half these bums sleep at the pier and catch the fish because they literally have nothing else to eat. They’ll get raped if they run down here like that at 3:00 in the morning!” Well, before my concerns could be addressed, these wild chicks were hanging over the rails, legs dangling in air. They then proceeded to make the 30 foot drop to the ocean below. As this happened, perverted fisherman charged in their general direction while screaming belligerent obscenities like, “YARRR, SHEW US YER TITS, YEEEAAAAHHH!” The girls ignored them and started majestically backstroking back to the shore a quarter mile away, singing like sirens. God Bless California.-Griffith
P.S. Oh yeah, I caught a fish too! ;)