The 2008 Melbourne Formula 1 Grand Prix was the weekend that was.
The weekend
Friday
- Three good mates
- 40 beers
- A wife sitting at home waiting for her husband to walk in the door so they can start celebrating their 11 year anniversary.
Saturday
- 3:00am husband walks in the door
- 10:30 am husband is told of their 11 year anniversary
- 10:31am husband is told to get fucked
- 10:40am husband gets fucked and goes to the Formula 1
Sunday
- 2:00am husband walks in the door
- 8:00am husband wakes to alarm clock
- 8:01am husband is told to get fucked
- 8:02am husband gets fucked and has a shower
- 9:00am get fucked husband and wife go to the butcher to buy sausages and steak for the BBQ
- 10:30am get fucked husband and wife arrive at the BBQ area and reserve a BBQ
- 10:32 get fucked husband asks wife a question
- 10:32.30sec get fucked husband is told to get fucked
This brings me to the part I wish to share with you.
At precisely 11:15am Simon and Karen arrive at the designated BBQ cooking, eating and drinking area.
Simon is an extremely well off and well known Melbourne business man and Karen is Simon’s extremely fucking HOT wife.
Simon is an ugly cunt
Karen is fucking HOT
Get the picture
Good
Another couple Phil & Suzie arrive and the drinks start pouring and the dead animals start cooking.
The men are in their natural habitat, surrounding the BBQ, tongs in hand while the women are in their natural habitat; talking AT each other around the Tzatziki dip, celery sticks in hand.
The women break from their tzatziki watering hole and make for the BBQ men, hummus dip, Turkish bread and beer in their hands.
“Here boys we thought you would like some dip and beer” Karen says and radiates
“When we are in the presence of the BBQ and of the Beer you will not refer to us as boys, we are MEN and you will refer to us only in such way” I holler.
“GET FUCKED” said wife
“OK” I say
I have a swig of beer and tear a piece of Turkish bread away from its home and as I reach for the Hummus dip a gust of wind swirls around us, enveloping us all and lifts Karen’s skirt above her head displaying in all it’s glory her baby smooth, tanned, firm perfect fucking ass.
The church bells rang and the heavens opened with the sound of angles singing, flowers bloomed, water flowed, rainbows shone and my cock sprang skyward towards the singing angles.
Without skipping a beat I slowly dipped my Turkish bread into the waiting hummus and joined in on the present conversation.
A quick look around and it was confirmed that the only witnesses were I and Phil who had a grin from ear to ear and who too was pointing towards the angles.
I have a new dream girl who I hold locked away in a special place in my mind & heart where I go to in tough times.
It was a tough time last night
Tough time this morning
Tough around lunch time
In fact it’s getting a bit tough right now.
17 comments:
Poor BoBo. Have you been forgiven yet?
You must tell Simon that you bat off to images of his wife. It's the only way to find some inner peace when you have a hot chick married to a rich, ugly mate...
Lmao! I love watching Fingers cop a reaming.
Anyhoo, Methinks you and the wifey need a spot of marriage counseling.....or maybe you should just stop being a cunt. Either/or.
Surely your wife knew you for more than 30 consecutive seconds when she married you. She knew the deal.I've never met you and I know the deal.
Steph- Yeah it doesn’t happen often to fingers, the fuckers too quick.
No need for counselling, we both know what the problem is… ME.
How strange is this right, I went on the straight and narrow, was a good little Bo and she fucking hated it, our marriage was in more trouble then than it ever was. When I’m a cunt we fight but I think the bitch gets off on it. She likes the craziness. Keeps her on her toes, keeps her alive. Life’s not boring when I’m being a cunt.
Oh and BTW, your much hotter than Kylie ; )
Anon- Yeah but like every chick, they think they can change you.
They look at you and say “Ok he’s got the basic foundations of what I need in a life partner, a few flaws but I will sort that out in time” and you guys actually have the nerve to complain when you can’t ‘sort the flaws out in time.
Hey BoBo, do you remember the name of the guy that once beat Ed Moses in the 400 metres hurdles ??
Don't Google him.
Any ideas ??
For a week after the race, everyone knew the cunt's name, coz he beat The Great One.
Once.
Now, no one remembers him. Oh, they might know he exists, but they don't remember him by name.
On the other hand, everyone still remembers Ed Moses.
You can call me Ed...
PS...And BTW Steph, no one ever remembers the names of the spectators, plonker...:)
Fingers-
Really
Someone beat Ed Moses the American breaststroker who won Gold at the 2000 Olympics. They beat him in the 400m hurdles?
Oh you’re talking about Edwin Moses the 400m Hurdle Gold medallist who won at the 1976 & 1984 Olympics.
Sorry mate I HAD to google Edwin Moses, just like I have to google Dinosaurs when I want information on them.
Unless you were around in the dinosaur era then there would be no need to google them cause you would have been around to remember them.
Everyone remembers the young and more resent breaststroker Ed.
Wouldn’t you agree Edwin?
Ed xoxo
Fingers- Wow this google is really informative. Did you know that the majority of dinosaurs suffer from short term memory loss?
Steph- Take the compliment Barbie.
They’re rare.
BoBo, I'd love to send you this awesome photo of Steph and Kylie frenching each other at the topless beach BBQ.
For when times are tough.
But I forgot where I put it...
Fingers- CUNT
But that’s ok Stephs user photo looks like she’s giving head. I can use that.
Anon- Will you marry me?
You're bad..... I like it....
I don't mean to be a tease.
Friday- You tell me, your last post described it to a tea.
Anon- Nah I don’t mind the tease too much. Gives me great jack off material.
Happy to help.
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