Apparently they were on sort of a "girls' night out". One of them was named "Nichole with an H". She was very adamant about the H. She seemed to be harboring a lot of frustration from people misspelling her name all her life.
I didn't catch the other chick's name, but I remember that she said she's a nurse at University hospitals. She was a mess. She looked like she had vomited earlier and had stains on her blouse that looked like pasta sauce. She was hammered out of her mind and kept talking about how she works at night while her husband just sits in the basement family room and plays with himself.
Vomit chick kept trying to text her husband something about lasagna, but she couldn't figure out how to spell it. I'm guessing it had something to do with the stains on her blouse.
NIchole with an H handed me her phone to show me some pretty impressive pics of herself. Meanwhile, vomit chick kept pestering me about how to spell lasagna and asked me to write the text for her. So I quickly sent her husband a text from Nichole's phone saying they wanted to have a threesome with him, and then I sent him a text from vomit chick's phone saying she wants him to PIITB tomorrow.
They were both DTF so we went back to my room at the Homewood Suites. But I just couldn't get past vomit chick's breath. It smelled like a combination of garlic and puke, so I just let her rim me while I did the deed with NIchole.
All in all, not a bad night. I'd love to post some pics but I think NIchole with an H stole my phone. If I manage to get it back I will post some pics.
I didn't catch the other chick's name, but I remember that she said she's a nurse at University hospitals. She was a mess. She looked like she had vomited earlier and had stains on her blouse that looked like pasta sauce. She was hammered out of her mind and kept talking about how she works at night while her husband just sits in the basement family room and plays with himself.
Vomit chick kept trying to text her husband something about lasagna, but she couldn't figure out how to spell it. I'm guessing it had something to do with the stains on her blouse.
NIchole with an H handed me her phone to show me some pretty impressive pics of herself. Meanwhile, vomit chick kept pestering me about how to spell lasagna and asked me to write the text for her. So I quickly sent her husband a text from Nichole's phone saying they wanted to have a threesome with him, and then I sent him a text from vomit chick's phone saying she wants him to PIITB tomorrow.
They were both DTF so we went back to my room at the Homewood Suites. But I just couldn't get past vomit chick's breath. It smelled like a combination of garlic and puke, so I just let her rim me while I did the deed with NIchole.
All in all, not a bad night. I'd love to post some pics but I think NIchole with an H stole my phone. If I manage to get it back I will post some pics.
