o Sheldon I earned my Red Wings but it was not by choice. She didn't tell me it was "that time" and before I knew it, her motor was already running and I couldn't get her off my face. It was a traumatizing event in the life of young Chavez. Now, I fear, at every bar, on every street corner, there are girls just waiting to exert some sort of sick, twisted, bloody dominance over me. It's the smell Ben, I can still smell the smell (breaks down sobbing)
Every time one of these old posts are dredged up I formulate a response in my head then go on to find that I had already responded way back when and my answer is the exact one I had just worked up in my head. At least I'm consistent.
I'm here for you Chavez...it's like when you get a grain of of sand in the clam chowder...actually, no not really, but at least you can say you've done it!
I don't know man, the taste is raunch. It doesn't taste like normal blood, it still has that iron/rust flavor but mixed in it is meat gone bad. And it's chunky and thick. At least when it's fresh. I've ridden the red wave many a time, but I don't care to drink it. Now I'm gonna throw up. I just got done eating a turkey melt on whole wheat too. I too was traumatized, but by the woman I love. Oh I'd tasted from the fountain before, but not from her and not like this. It was just after Aunt Flo had left. My dear was unusually parched so being a gentleman I offered to whet her whistle, so I naturally went down to the Krusty Krab for a bite of the ol fish taco. You ever find a hair on your Sushi? I did once, actually there were Two hairs, and no sh!1 this is how I learned you don't buy sushi from Hippies who run a Food Co-op in Austin, they were pubes. One red and silky, fine; the other black, thick, and kinked from one end to other; both with the little bits of skin still attached so therre could be no doubt. I ate that sushi. I was very poor and hungry and it was on sale. This was worse that. First lick and I knew something was very, very wrong. Something was off. Well, I went to a lot of phish shows in the 90s and I am a Juggalo. I'm not one to give up just cause of a little pfunk. Onward through the Phog. There was a tail up in there, like a mouse had crawled up and died. I felt it with my tongue and tasted like I was eating its rotting butthole. "EEEEWWWWWUUUUUGHHHHHH!" I gagged out, "there's something in you!" I had a chunk of something disgusting in mouth and spit it into my hand. It looked like baby poo lung butter and smelled worse. That's when she pulled out the tampon she'd put in three days before. It wasn't really what you'd call "red" anymore. We're still married, so I bring this event up every chance I get
We've all sunken to new depths. Thank you for that graphically disgusting story dude. I'm off to guzzle a gallon of bleach.
Saw a guy in high skool who puked into a girl's mouf while they were xploring one another's tonsils at a keg partay. She was staggering around the bonfire picking out chunks & retching.
