Oct 12 2009
I split it and then made it clap
The Spinsta was in rare form. Or, should I say, the Spinsto - the Spinsta’s evil twin. So this past Friday was a charity event for another of my boards. The event was long on booze and short on food. More specifically, it was open bar and with a few dishes of cashews. As you can imagine, I was blitzed.So there were the stairs - I think I fell down a few. And there was the delish wine named “truck.” And then there was more truck. Oh and then I threw a clip board. And then there was more truck and then there was the afterparty. This was where things went seriously awry.Picture this: one cab, two people and one barely coherent Spinsta. To the left of Spinsta, is a guy. To the right, a gal. Spinsta decides to set up the guy’s brother with the gal on the right. So, she says that the girl will “tap that ass.” And then apparently she licks the guys face. Not getting the result she desires regarding the set up, the Spinsta ups the stakes. ”She likes it up the a**.” I mean what guy wouldn’t jump at that offer. Both guy and girl are stunned. Spinsta licks guys face again. The cab arrives at the destination.Spinsta and her friends and the guy arrive at a bar where guy’s friend is having her bday. Spinsta has a small split in her skirt. Then, Spinsta has a HUGE split in her skirt. Luckily, Spinsta is wearing tights or else she would have been arrested for public indecency and sent to “dry out” in a cell. So, Spinsta and her exposed bum go into the bar. Spinsta says again about the friend and her desire for rear access. Then, the “friends” leave - I use quotes because who would leave Spinsta alone. (I am not serious. I would have ditched me too.) The Spinsta goes to the dance floor with the guy. The Spinsta freaks the guy. Mind you, the bar was playing blues music. So decent folk were sitting listening to the blues and the Spinsta was there on the dance floor, exposed skirt, and made it clap.Because where do you go from there - I mean clearly one cannot get better, the Spinsta went to some dank area in the back and ordered herself a Shrimp Po’Boy. Followed by a taco.Note - the above tale is second hand. To preserve her fragile sanity, the Spinsta’s psyche blacked out the whole sordid affair. But I did wake up with a head ache as if I had been over by a truck. A ha - I see where the name comes from.
