BATON ROUGE, LOUISIANA HERE
I just joined BlacktoWhite 15 minutes ago, so cut me some slack about no profile or pic yet---I'm still trying to find my way around this site
Two things I wanted to mention:
#1) If some guys want to come into Baton Rouge from wherever the Hell you are at right now and park your car(s) by my house (we'll figure out who volunteers to drive later) and CARPOOL from my house in Baton Rouge (which is one mile off the College Drive exit of I-10) into Lake Charles for this little day tripping Wham-Bam-Thankyou-Mamn Cajun Coonass Frat Party (Much obliged, ma'am, and rest assured this here posse'll be back in a couple hours to catch the second show). ---Or maybe even pile into a motel room there for an overnight of gambling and pass-around pussy, we can discuss that, too.
Those living way north or east of Baton Rouge who want to come but can't do all that driving to get to Baton Rouge in time to join this Great American Blue Ball Convoy to that dickweed cancer alley of Lake Charles, hold your water because the big man in the sky has not forsaken thee--if you can get to my house in BTRouge the day before we commence this parade, I got two spare guest rooms and a couple of couches at this house you can crash in overnight and leave with us in the morning, and vicey-versa on the return trip. ....oh ******* I don't believe this....I just looked at the schedule again and realized I had my months mixed up. It's already July 8, ain't it. Fuck me--- I think I misplaced a month of my life somewhere. Is it me or is this summer going down fast? Well, I must apologize to everyone for having lost an hour of their lives reading all that but save a little empathy for me--- I lost almost a whole day typing that damn thing with one finger so don't come boo-hooing on my shoulder.
So, if this arithmetic is right, today is the 8th, meaning that your camper-whatever left Lake Charles on I-10E to New Orleans yesterday, and you passed my house by one mile on I-10E while driving through Baton Rouge. Now that's just a damn shame. Ya'll could have stopped in here, moved your bowels, and partied with me for a couple of hours. Again I apologize for this confusion about the months--it's just that there are so many of them and I got held back 3X in 7th grade, so cut me some slack.
I would say that concludes today's Hindenburg. May tomorrow's light shine brighter for us all--and-- I think that we can all agree that today's two Silver-Lining Lessons Learned are: A) Calendars are hard, and, B) Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.
I move that my Excellent Suggestion #1 be placed in the round file and that my Excellent Suggestion #2 now be considered.
#2) You trailer-people may not know this, but, New Orleans is just a tired old tramp of a town--why the hell would you go there when you could spend an overnight at a really fun nudist resort,
www.LouisianaNudist.com, in the suburb of NOLA, Slidell, 20 minutes from that Sodom and--- -----however, you spell that next city. You'll meet the friendliest, horniest, naked people you've ever met in your life. They don't do anything but booze it up all day long by the pool or float on clouds in the rental cabins--and I'm sorry--but that huge jacuzzi is just one big 24/7 circle jerk party with a couple bottles of Mr.Bubble thrown in solely to wreak havoc and ensure you really have not the slightest idea who is actually giving you a handy at any given moment--my favorite spot! There's the Midnight Karaoke Contest (first prize is always a ginormous pink vibrator suitable only for barnyard animals and anything you may run into on the African Serengeti), and ahhh! The sunset! The beautiful Indian Hills sunset! It's simply magical! The moment it sets----WHOOOSH! ---everyone magically becomes bisexual! The rented cabin folks have sex parties all night long--just pick the right cabin corresponding to your particular sexual fetish-- that's all! (And do not go NEAR the Gingerbread cabin---and that's all I'm going to say about that). Ohhhh! Last but not least---of course! There is always that wonderful, most endearing old man who spends his entire day--and most of his nights--way down there on the Nature Trail that meanders through the woods and who, with a twinkle in his aged emerald eye and the friendliest grandpa smile you have ever seen---is always ready and waiting to take his dentures out JUST FOR YOU and give you the best blowjob you have ever received since you and MaryLou hopped into the back seat of your Daddy's '57 Chevy at the levee on Prom night. Yes, Indian Hills Nature Trail---where new friends are made every day.
Hey Breeding Tour---they have trailer hookup stuff there, too. Daytrip it. Why show up in Biloxi early? Why show up in Biloxi at all?
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P.S. I'm looking for a Big Black Buck Bull for my girlfriend with a PRETEND sexual aggression against me for her benefit. Applications are available in the Gift Shop.