WWAW falling for the Puetro Rican chick who sells me weed?

[guest]

Update: we made out and dry humped like teenagers. And like a teenager I almost came in my fawkin pants.

you're dry humping a 37 year old? she should be giving you a hummer right away.... did you not escalate, or did she stop you?
that post wall beaner cootch has more miles that pat's v6

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

you're dry humping a 37 year old? she should be giving you a hummer right away.... did you not escalate, or did she stop you?
that post wall beaner cootch has more miles that pat's v6

I'm playing hard to get. As soon as she got close to rubbing my dick through the pants Rutherford's curfew hit.

 

[Slackjawed Cow]

Update: we made out and dry humped like teenagers. And like a teenager I almost came in my fawkin pants.

Welp, now shes pregnant.

 

[BonnieMcFarlaneMe2]

Welp, now shes pregnant.

And both her teenage sons are moving into Blaze’s house too.

 

[bantadant]

you should go with the PR weed selling girl but you might need to toughen-up & get into the weed business, you'll need to be more decisive if you do. I used to sell weed back when it was still considered an illegal drug (& I sold XTC & cocaine), I did get kidnapped once but don't let that put you off, if she's selling weed (assuming it's not for someone else) then you'll need to take control & man-up about it; you might need to punch some wannabe gangsta in the face, fun stuff like that.

if a girl said that to me I'd fuck her right there

I need to hear the kidnapping story

 

[Slackjawed Cow]

Wouldnt be a bad idea to start looking for a new weed plug before this goes south.

 

[UnPRePared]

Can they still get pregnant at that age?? I've never fucked an old broad before.

For God's sake, lad, get it snipped and still bag it. Don't get tied to something unless you're certain.

What are you, 5?

 

[Cyberatorquer]

And both her teenage sons are moving into Blaze’s house too.

This is gearing up to be a wacky sitcom.

Bungling stoner marries Indian Siamese twin (post-seperation) for 3,000 bucks as a visa scam, in the meantime falls in love with his middle aged drug dealer and accidentally impregnates her through his pants. Before the disfigured Indian wife can come to the States, he is already living with the aforementioned pregnant, middle-aged spic and 4 of her other kids in a house that is much to small for three people, let alone 8. Turns out the Indian girl is pregnant too, and Blaze is torn between women, foreign cultures and diminishing finances

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

This is gearing up to be a wacky sitcom.

Bungling stoner marries Indian Siamese twin (post-seperation) for 3,000 bucks as a visa scam, in the meantime falls in love with his middle aged drug dealer and accidentally impregnates her through his pants. Before the disfigured Indian wife can come to the States, he is already living with the aforementioned pregnant, middle-aged spic and 4 of her other kids in a house that is much to small for three people, let alone 8. Turns out the Indian girl is pregnant too, and Blaze is torn between women, foreign cultures and diminishing finances

It's perfect, I can't wait to read the script brotherman. My only suggested edit is the 3k number. Our protagonist may be be a bumbling stoner but he's not marrying a street shitter for 3 thousand bucks.

 

[Cyberatorquer]

It's perfect, I can't wait to read the script brotherman. My only suggested edit is the 3k number. Our protagonist may be be a bumbling stoner but he's not marrying a street shitter for 3 thousand bucks.

Theatre of the mind, funster, you're right! We'll leave the actual figure open as a mystery and running gag. Hopefully the viewers don't figure it out themselves and become depressed by the truth.
And house is maybe to extravagant as a set. Some untidy, unrenovated 2 bedroom, 2 sink apartment is more realistic.
Also the bribe money will be gone by the second episode, because you feel bad for one of the drug dealers sick children who needs treatment for some rare (bullshit) disease.

I don't know if my ideas are any good genuinely, but the sitcom really writes itself.

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

Theatre of the mind, funster, you're right! We'll leave the actual figure open as a mystery and running gag. Hopefully the viewers don't figure it out themselves and become depressed by the truth.
And house is maybe to extravagant as a set. Some untidy, unrenovated 2 bedroom, 2 sink apartment is more realistic.
Also the bribe money will be gone by the second episode, because you feel bad for one of the drug dealers sick children who needs treatment for some rare (bullshit) disease.

I don't know if my ideas are any good genuinely, but the sitcom really writes itself.

The real life Rutherford lives in his successful, single brother's five sink house, where his books and various curios are currently occupying three bedrooms. I don't know if that's funnier than making it a hovel but I'll leave that up you brotherman.

 

[Cyberatorquer]

Let's have the untidy apartment be an anex to your gay, younger brother's mcmansion whom you have a childhood pact with.

 

[LockedHDD__Pot]

I'm playing hard to get. As soon as she got close to rubbing my dick through the pants Rutherford's curfew hit.

If you'd've gone down on her, I doubt she would've stopped you, but she would've been surprised & you would've been king Rutherford (I guess youve probably got an Indian name, but that doesn't matter right now) - she would've wanted you!

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

I'm writing a poem about her. Is this what love feels like?

 

[Steve Ramone]

I'm writing a poem about her. Is this what love feels like?

In shadows he did creep, a man so strange,
His heart's desires led him to rearrange,
A life once bound by fate, an Indian love,
Now veering off the path, to skies above.

He left his betrothed, a solemn vow,
For something wilder, curious somehow,
A Puerto Rican pot dealer's allure,
A world of secrets, forbidden and obscure.

In hazy rooms, where smoke did intertwine,
He found a new life, a love undefined,
But in this web of choices, strange and bold,
The price of his decisions would unfold.

For love forsaken, bridges left to burn,
He'd learn that in such twists, there's much to yearn,
Creepy weirdo's tale, a lesson, beware,
In chasing shadows, life may not be fair.

 

[LockedHDD__Pot]

I'm writing a poem about her. Is this what love feels like?

this probably isn't the best place to ask that question; Mrs__Pot leves during the week & (usually) returns at the weekend, I miss the ravaging that I do to her... It might be love, I dunno.

 

[Jims_Maroon_Pants]

Does she have that thick Rosie Perez accent?

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

In shadows he did creep, a man so strange,
His heart's desires led him to rearrange,
A life once bound by fate, an Indian love,
Now veering off the path, to skies above.

He left his betrothed, a solemn vow,
For something wilder, curious somehow,
A Puerto Rican pot dealer's allure,
A world of secrets, forbidden and obscure.

In hazy rooms, where smoke did intertwine,
He found a new life, a love undefined,
But in this web of choices, strange and bold,
The price of his decisions would unfold.

For love forsaken, bridges left to burn,
He'd learn that in such twists, there's much to yearn,
Creepy weirdo's tale, a lesson, beware,
In chasing shadows, life may not be fair.

That was beautiful.

 

[Rutherford_b_Blaze]

Does she have that thick Rosie Perez accent?

Modified Boston version of it but you can tell immediately she's PR.

 

[Libby Son Of Loin]

Update: we made out and dry humped like teenagers. And like a teenager I almost came in my fawkin pants.

She has to think you're mentally retarded or some kind of homo at this point