Monday, March 23, 2009

We made a t-shirt.

Technically, a guy with a t-shirt store across from one of my favorite places to eat put the lettering on the t-shirt, but we did everything else. Including giving him warning before telling him exactly what it meant. This was our conversation:


Very Nice Older Man Who Stood with His Hands in His Pockets:
Bukkake. Did I spell it right here? What does it mean exactly?

Olive (blushing profusely and thinking of running away):
Yes, um, let me check, um. Yes, you spelled it right.

Man:

What did you say it meant again?

Blusher:
It's maybe not right for counter-top conversation.

Man:
(blank stare, shuffling of feet)

Blusher:
It's kind of dirty. I could tell you, but.

Man:
How bout I just look it up when you leave?

Blusher:

(returning to normal color) Great idea. Make sure not to forget.








7 comments:

John said...

you might just be my favorite person on the planet.

C and R said...

The jubilation with which you engage in boobular flashitation is amazing. If you are going to organize a bukkake party anywhere in the SoCal area, let me know.

Pain said...

How exactly do We acquire one of those shirts in say XL for a favorite Soul in Our Embassy in the US of A?

Anonymous said...

I'm in houston...I'm game

Anonymous said...

I just love learning....

Anonymous said...

The government needs to issue grants for the research and study of bukkake. I believe we have just scratched the surface on the potential of group release.

Pain said...

Now that's a stimulus package!