Greetings, Mad Monians!!
How’s it hanging!? ![]()
Before I get started here, let me warn you — leave the lights on, leave the cork in that bottle of wine, and leave the lube hidden in your top dresser drawer, 'cause it AIN’T THAT KIND OF PARTY. Sorry.
No I’m not! ![]()
Anyway, I’ve been trying to get something out of the NORM with AMMO’s Summer edition, but nothing has stood out with the exception of POSSIBLY a few stares from the YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS. That is, until last night.
1 shots of P75 (2.5) to each side of the neck = 2 sprays
1 shots of AMMO Summer to the throat, back of neck, and shared by the top of hands = 3 sprays
Hit Hunting was the M to the M, but nothing to note while out shopping. As I pushed my cart, with all two items, to the cashier, just in front of me was a young, slim Caucasian, maybe 27 or so, I would NOT do her, but you probably would, with a mixed kid, Hispanic or Black, maybe 3-5.
I push my cart right up behind her cart, in which she has her kid sitting in it. And then it happened! The kid head whips around! “DADDY!” Mom looks at him and said, “DON’T CALL HIM DADDY.” The kid keeps talking to me, but I have no idea as to what he’s talking about. I’m saying to myself, “HEY, PAL! EITHER GET A TRANSLATOR, OR SPEAK PLAIN ENGLISH! YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE TALKING BAD ABOUT MY MOMMA!!” ![]()
During this whole dance, mom never looked at me once! And after she paid, and was leaving, I say, “TAKE CARE OF MY SON.” She smiles without looking at me, and leaves.
WHO’S YA DADDY!? ![]()
How’s that for a hit!? :o
AMMO Summer Edition: To be continued …
Well, Ladies and Germs, I’m afraid that’s all you get from me today. ![]()
Later!