Morgantown, WV II

The gig in Morgantown went great. I had to do an hour and it flew by.
After the show I spoke with a woman I'll call Carol. She was dressed well and had a nice, plump, (not too plump) figure. She wan't great-looking but attractive enough for road sex while getting divorced.
I asked her to tell me 5 fun-filled fact about herself. She said, "I'm a swinger, that's all you need to know".
For me, sex is like a fly ball. I wont chase it, but if it falls in my lap I'll catch it.
The problem is, I was kinda stymied by her swinger statement and my small talk dried up. She went on to pull out her breasts to show me each nipple was pierced. My improv skills never recovered and I could barely speak. She then checked her cell and left promptly. I struck out.

I DID however catch a classic mullet and surreptitiously snag a photo


I also finally landed this t-shirt which I mentioned in an earlier post;

I think the highlight of the weekend was this classic piss-dribble;

I reeled it in too soon. Keep in mind I'm wearing underwear. This baby goes to my knee. A few drops hit my sock. I need to see a urologist.