I just got back from Columbus Ohio ("The Armpit of Ohio"), where I met JohnT and Snowfire for wings and sodas and beers at BW3's. Believe you me, I farted like a racehorse during the entire drive home. I pity poor Snowfire, having to sit in the car with JohnT for over two hours.
When we finished consuming our wings we headed over to Busty McKnockers, a reputable gentleman's club, but Snowfire refuses to tell us what happened in the champaigne room.
When we finished consuming our wings we headed over to Busty McKnockers, a reputable gentleman's club, but Snowfire refuses to tell us what happened in the champaigne room.
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