And I shot an enormous and thick load because of the supplements I’ve been on.
We struck out at the gay bar, so we went back to the room and got fisting
And a good fisting session is known to make Rubber Pig cum…
After playing we went for food, and a centepede crawled up my shorts in the middle of the restaurant
Curse of the centipede
When I proposed marriage in Hawaii in 2019 I proposed by writing in stones on the beach. Unknowing about the local superstition, I took two stones from the beach I proposed on. We used them in my marriage ceremony to symbolize fire and water. I walked down the aisle to the tune of the Eagles “The Long Run”…
3 years later I come back to Hawaii and a centipede crawled up my leg into my pants pocket in a restaurant. I asked my native Hawaiian scene son TF-Station about it and he told me “someone is cursing you” so I immediately thought back to the background music “Hello from the other side” by Adele followed immediately by “The Long Run”
I had been wondering why the rock had hitchhiked across the pacific in my jeans pocket and I immediately understood why: it was time for it to go home and I had offended the native gods by taking it in the first place. So I dug out the rock from my baggage and left it at a steakhouse named for my (very unusual) hypermale pronouns.
On the way back to the hotel “As it was” by Harry Stiles plays, followed by “E Komo Mai” at the hotel. Luck immediately changed: my cell phone fell, but caught on my pocket and slid safely into the pocket. Flight was delayed, but travel insurance bought us a better one that got home faster.
Moral of the story: when traveling look up the native superstition and be respectful of the local gods or you might just come away from the place cursed. Secondary morals: guidance is everywhere, you need only look for it; and it’s never too late to make amends.
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